rpt

rpt

rpt

I visited a local Buddhist temple yesterday.

On my bed
little by little waking.
All around,
stones in stillness.
Grains of sand, lost,
unknown and fleeting.
Suddenly a gust
raises the deep night.
And I walk to touch
all I see – reaching for
the fleeting sand.
Origin and wisdom imparted.
My task complete,
I return home.