Gentle Hearts
I passed two Tibetan Monks on my journey around the lake today.
Pausing, I bowed in respect, ..... slowing, one Monk smiled, raised
his hand and touched my soul. I recalled the time I had to go into the
cement jungle early in the morning one day, to prepare a large customer
order... as I walked on the sidewalk along the skyscraper, there standing
in a shallow pool of water, stood a 'Least Sandpiper' -hundreds of miles
from his home, in the shadow of capitalism.... seemingly content ~
seemingly content
....I walked on.
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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