Saturday, March 9, 2019

Begging Bowl

I take my begging bowl
out into the morning,
and it is heaped,
without my asking,
with delights:

sky of summer-blue,
perfect puffy clouds,
eagle wind-surfing the sky,
Lunabella's smile,
old black and golden dogs
with warm, brown, loving eyes,
old horse nibbling fresh green grass.

With humility and gratitude,
I accept what I am given,
these  riches beyond price.
We are heaped with blessings,
not one repeated twice.

I found this in my drafts folder this morning. It must be from a few years back, when old dogs and old horse were still alive. Sigh.


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