3.11.20

Wild remedy








my rake scrapes along the sidewalk
my ears crumple in the unpleasantness
cemented in my own madness
thirsty for a dose of Spirit medicine
we forage the leaves
forage the leaves in pleasant contemplation

may the world be filled with loving kindness
may the world be well
may the world be peaceful and at ease
may the world be happy

my body hankers wildly for simple silence
forage the leaves
forage the leaves