“BARN’S BURNED DOWN Now I Can See The Moon”


Under this Full Moon 
Life is slipping away.
I ponder loss watching
My barn burn. 
Death smoking the air, 
Flames fed by my livelihood.  
But if I now see the moon,

Will my Buddha-Self  fill with gratitude?

Burn baby, Burn!


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