Big rocks
Little rocks
White gravel
Grey pebbles
Green moss
Earth wall
Seeing nothing
Mind closed
(Look again)
People chatter
Dappled sunshine
Gentle patterns
Lovingly tended
Every day
Nothing seeing
Open mind
Endless, zen [o]
I ache… for cake! [o]
I feel the skies darkening
The tension builds, the clouds swirl
Suddenly it is all around me
Lttle rivers of mud appear at my feet
Is it the water or the wind
That cools my cheek?
An immense sadness and relief
floods my world
I cry as I remember the falling rain
When I am six [o]
Life is meaningless,
Life is precious
Fine soil, streaming through our fingers
Days spent on mindless tasks
Worship money, justify suffering
Of others and ourselves, an endless pursuit
Everywhere, the poor and the infirm are the same
Walking past, how we avert our eyes
Ascribing meaning to that which has none –
Of precious things, we lose our sight [o]
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