Thanks

24 - Thanks

With winds of thought we weave

The cloth we wear through life.

Like a thousand blooming trees 

Hung with a thousand flowering buds,

Or a hundred rippling waters

Filled with a million flashing scales,

Like a sky hung high with clouds

Above a harvest full and green, 

The life I weave through

Is abundance in name and form.

For this abundance, 

For these threads,

For the garment we weave together,

Let us give thanks.


25 - Home

Home is the sense of belonging that’s found

In the eyes of a soul you adore,

Perfect understanding that whither you go,

Behind you there’s an open door.


26

Thirty some odd years ago

The greatest sight of all

Was twenty-three tall picture frames

Bereft of any gall.



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