Zen mode
since small bread crumbs stick to our fingers
we must choose a place to dispose them
where birds or ants may enjoy a bite
borrowing wisdom from the heart of God
by pausing awhile in the vibrant void
such stirrings of love arise within
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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