Big World, you will be
expanding beneath my hands
hot with intention.
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Inside their creased bark
wrapped by wise, concentric hugs
Old trees make new sap
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Shall we take a leap
past the Mayan calendar?
What choice do we have?
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O, Brave New Year, why
do you, in my mirror, still
look just like the old?
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The famed twenty twelve
Compels our greatest strength for
gold-diapered baby.
The story goes that it was under a Bodhi tree in India where the Buddha completed his journey to enlightenment. I believe there is a Bodhi tree in each of us, under which our meditative mind waits for us to rest in calm and steady acceptance. To get there, we have to cross a busy field of our own stories - a colorful bazaar of our life's dramas in tempting displays. Sharing them sometimes helps us move a little closer to the shade of the Bodhi tree.
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Monday, January 2, 2012
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