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A MESSY PLACE











Buddha™s disciples knocked on ten doors



Each knock summoned ten sorrows



We live in a world of stinking detritus







Nature has its vultures and feline seeking mice



Here there is food for carrion and parasite



To death watch us among our smelly bones







The eagle's glint comes from flying into the sun



But we are below and lack such perspicuity



For the eagle it is always day but it is night for us







Sometimes the rain makes us afraid, each drop



Hitting the ground raises up a crowned diadem



Unlike fallen heroes who kiss the same earth.







The farmer raises his tubers from the ground



But its sprouts always point to the grave



Lit by moons borrowing light from the sun.







Here we have borrowed life from all this death



And can only live on recycled pain; the Buddha



Pointed to a dharma away from this karma







We are inured by prime rib and ox tail soup



Savoring the rue mixed with blood, this



Is why we live in such a messy place.







-Sai Grafio-