Lotus blossom – foto Smith
Sangha Song
What the word from there to here?
How the why that gets us there?
Where the walk to stalk the better?
Who the fool to choose this whether?
Bare tree stretches for the moon
Leaves across the land long strewn
Outside door my social tomb
Hope for favor future womb
I mean well but stumble fall
Try to walk but often crawl
But at least I give my all
Except the part of heart that’s dull
I’m my own bad waking joke
Instead of winning rather toke
And way inside I’m often broke
But try to better me invoke
Words wobble well in wry delight
When one-on-one we lobby light
To bring to day some spark of night
And wrestle with our wrong to right
— Smith, 11.25.2012
Yin Yang – foto Smith