To Wake Up

To wake up
As the Buddha does
The beauty
Of a simple moment

Or the sorrow
Of a loved one
Acrid
Acutely present

Touch me
Teach me
Life is here
Then gone

A profound joy
A tugging sorrow
This is what we have
A gift to you, to me

 

 
 
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