“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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