NEW POEM ABOUT ORDINARY SACREDNESS AND ENOUGHNESS
A book case.
A hoop.
A bed.
A chair.
A painting.
A towel hanging on the chair.
The window open.
A gentle breeze.
Morning blue sky.
Empty Space.
This moment.
This
is
it.
Peace.
A book case.
A hoop.
A bed.
A chair.
A painting.
A towel hanging on the chair.
The window open.
A gentle breeze.
Morning blue sky.
Empty Space.
This moment.
This
is
it.
Peace.
I used to work on a farm called cornhub