(Re)volve, a poem and a mantra

(Re)vole

On Sunday he spoke of mantras, “Kwan seum bosal”

Last week, the tulip poplar leaves were tiny hands,

Tapping and clapping, animated by the breeze.

Soon those hands will flush red and gold,

Drop to the ground, and serve as mulch for roots,

Shelter for worms

Both the same.  And different.

–K.M.M.

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Nomad. Poet. Philosopher. Teacher. View all posts by Lightning Heart

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