I think of the play of lights on the hills outside the Faire as sun sets and we wait in the clouds of dust to exit in our metal resource eating machines
I could still go, skip this day of rest and order and neglected friends.
I could wear…I touch my incense to the flame.
I think of Broom lady and has her baby come yet, and the pillow I want to buy resplendent with the world and lavendar, and then there would be drumming,and I really could still go, forget this tiredness, the dirt will wait and the ones I see today in a place where interactions can have such sharp edges. the scent curls into my nose with memories of kisses and love and music
beckoning me away
From here and now
from this altar, Kuan Yin,
And on the chants
And the strings
and the voices of the drums
they dance away….all my wants, and fears, and needs, and pains
All the things to fill my hours, moments, arms and days.
with anything but me.and I am gloriously empty
And again whole.As Lao Tzu said
My life vessel may be constructed of the finest materials
But its usefulness
Is in the space within.