We are each of us
a repository of the universe.
In each of us sleeps creation.
If on this page you see the clouds
that rains upon the forest
and feel the paper in the tree,
then you are a poet.
For the cloud rains down upon the earth,
to nourish the tree so It can grow
and be harvested for many things.
Nothings exits in emptiness.
As alone and solitary as you may feel
you are a part of every living thing.
So when in your hands
you hold a warm and golden mango,
see the tree, the grower, the earth and the clouds.
There is a wonderful mystery
in the awakening of a mind to understanding.
That moment is enlightenment.
There is a subtle sweetness
in seeing the connections
that marry us to every living thing.
The brilliance of discovery is in the tiny changes;
in the delicate dawning of appreciation
of strength and connectivity to each other.
We are the aware and unacquainted.
Change makers and creatures underfoot.
We are the innocent conscience of our mindfulness.
The clouds on this paper, the trees, the earth,
all that lives and breathes in us, we are creation.
We are poets ready to be…..reborn.
Bhante n. Kassapa
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