The Work
Some adjust to the plow,
they learn to shape their lives
around what they push through.
Assembling plastic throwaway things
blind hands adjust.
The Buddha breaks rocks
in a quarry, adjusts his mind to emptiness.
Jesus
paints roads signs. Teaches the law
of infinite directions.
Most harness themselves
to the unseen work within the work,
do what we must do to break away
from a hitched-up life.
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