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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Continued from 2A My mind drinks in the smorgasbord that lays before me Baskets of mangos, papayas, apricots Red and green peppers Nuts and dates in white porcelain covered metal bowls Spices in see through plastic bags A stone bowl with unusual markings holds Cayenne peppers I feel overwhelmed by all the sites and sounds Not sure where I should rest my eyes Fully alive yet blind to all that I cannot see So I close my eyes allowing my heart to s l o w down calm, quiet, present becoming one with my now In that moment from the corner on my eye I see a poor woman with her child Turning towards them I watch as she places a few coins in a vendors hands He reaches under his counter for the lesser things The not so pretty and less vibrant things things that someone like me would toss away These rotting things she places in her child’s hands His need temporarily satiated His is a look of thankfulness Her look is one of sadness and wishes Still she wears her tattered robes with a noble bearing Myself I feel my shoulders slump my abundance weighing heavily my selfishness my lack of need my lack of awareness This willful ignorance This emptiness This decaying from within So I walk towards them Reaching into my leather bag As I fumble for my bills I slip falling flat upon the dusty ground my white robes covered in dirt I am bankrupt in spirit and hands Invisible except for too the eyes of a boy This boy is now in a man’s body He is wearing a white thawb me I am a small child in tattered robes bare feet, soiled face clutching to rotting fruit The noble woman grabs my hand Saying “Come Come my son I have much to show you!” The man in white looks at her and asks “Do I know you? She says “I am no one... He reaches into a leather bag and hands her a few bills As he walks away, she whispers “ wishes do come true. Note: this is the work of Richard Lamoureux on my request. I am thankful to him for helping me in giving life to the topic
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