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Monday, May 8, 2017

Meditation on I-95

To be on intimate terms
With Guan Yin
That's what it means
To be human
To let the wave of compassion
Wash over me
The roadbed opens ahead
Sparkling with bits of mica
In the bright morning sun
Perhaps there's a Buddha sitting
Atop one of those fleecy clouds
It may not be the best
Of all possible worlds
Yet it still places
Second to None

Photo by M. Bridge

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