Once Upon a Time: Stories & Poems of the Dharma
Spring 2013 Vol. 29 #2
Spring 2013 Vol. 29 #2
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Since my death losing was impossible,
impossible as living forever.
You might think it
confining, this well; not so.
Mosquitos hum the air
and spiders drop by.
Someone
lowers and raises the bucket.
The long faces
of horses peer in from the earth.
No problem
about where to go. You’re always
up or down. When you wake
birch leaves
reflect the sky. The stones gather
noon sunlight;
water and space mingle in fluxes
unknown
on the surface.
There you’re between.
A hover-plane lands, then sails
on over.
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