11/18/2012

Thanksgiving


Just for a moment, drop desire.
What remains? Thanksgiving.
In the ocean of gratitude, the heart wants nothing.
In wanting nothing, the ocean of gratitude.

Infinity fills the littlest "thank you,"
for a sip of clear water, a taste of bread.
You have ten thousand petals: drop them all!
Be the scent, not the flower.

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