“If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread.
If it is the soul you seek, you will find the
soul.
If you understand this secret, you know you are
that which you seek.”
― Rumi
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In the muted light of morning
they scurry
staccato feet dancing quickly
as if lets too short
cannot get them to their destination
quickly enough
desperately pushing
through grass and brush
top knots dancing
round bellies swing
as they lock in on
the scattered sunflower seeds
dropped carelessly and generously
by Cross Beaks and Siskins
lurking in the Irises
Tess the might hunter lies
tail twitching
body tense
focused death
ah
a lesson to be learned
for this vague human
who blunders aimlessly
this way and that
what is it I want?
ah
yes
may I be at peace
Namaste!
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