All that I love
I fold over once
And once again
Mots clés bonsai
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size
Mots clés bonsai
It’s utter sublimation,
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size
Mots clés bonsai
True that life is given,
And received. But truer still:
The single-act of giving
Makes the offerer the beggar, too—
Mots clés guru-puja the-offering
For when down on the knees
The man (or god) stretches the arms
In giving,
It is no accident the hands
Are curled like bowls or cups,
For he offers self, yet
Begs it back again.
Mots clés guru-puja the-offering
True that life is given,
And received. But truer still:
The single-act of giving
Makes the offerer the beggar, too—
For when down on the knees
The man (or god) stretches the arms
In giving,
It is no accident the hands
Are curled like bowls or cups,
For he offers self, yet
Begs it back again.
Mots clés guru-puja the-offering
Love is many and truth is just,
And so we are; Both
What we choose,
And we refuse.
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