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"If the sleeves of my black robe were more ample

I'd shelter everyone in this floating world."

--Taigu Ryokan, Zen hermit-poet (1758-1831)

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Eyes swimming in sockets like hungry fish

scooping up small morsels of agony and insight 

from the steady flow of this Great River we're in.

 

Swimming alongside each other, I see you.

I see all you're trying to do.

I see you leaning forward, trying to get through.

I see your strained back, your strained smile.

I hear the muffled song inside you as you glide by.

 

I see you throwing your shoulder into it all,

asking the great question of questions:

"In this Quest-I-On...

am I who and where I need to be? 

Is this how the Great Force of Life

would choose to use me?"

 

Speaking of rivers and flowing,

there is a Great River within us too.

It meanders from Eye to Heart - from Heart to Mouth,

and the hardness of life can sometimes freeze or dam it up.

If this happens, we have to drop everything, unblock it,

lest we drown in a lake of gathered regret.

 

Tomorrow,

with the arrival of the Dawn Star,

it will be ALL our birthdays, my friends.

Let the first words of renewal we speak

become our Way-Ahead again:

- Unguarded -

- Without Armor -

- Moving Through The World Open-Hearted -

 

- Unguarded -

- Without Armor -

- Moving Through The World Open-Hearted -

 

- Unguarded -

- Without Armor -

- Moving Through The World Open-Hearted -


(c) 2017 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

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