it all becomes too loud
unkind words with sharp edges
shuriken hurled from screen and mouth
walking the street an act of endurance
yet anchors of stillness even beyond breath
rebel flower half-hidden stubborn with purple bloom
stark outline of a tree bare against gray sky
slow drift of a bird in dying noon
and always always just outside reach
the coolly radiant nocturnal moon
sit on your cushion and chant
lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu
may all beings be happy
(may you be happy)
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