Today, needles hold you - your Buddhahood tested by the smallest flies - your legs tired from living - your voice tired from throwing - your treetops crowded again.
Today, an exotic beetle scales the mundane. You follow it to its open hiding place.
Today, a vista of orange mud floods paradise, and you consume the view - nourishing your dry wings, and reclaiming the root system you had forsaken for ground.
Today, an exotic beetle scales the mundane. You follow it to its open hiding place.
Today, a vista of orange mud floods paradise, and you consume the view - nourishing your dry wings, and reclaiming the root system you had forsaken for ground.
