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Re-envisage

 

 

When life is nothing
but an echo of itself,
and all you have left
is scraps and remnants,

Re-envisage.


Here is a bowl,
a bowl of warm water.
Let the bowl be your lake
and the lake be your sea.

Here is a hand,
the hand of a loved one.
Let that hand
be your bridge
to the whole of the world.

There is a leaf,
the first one of autumn.
Let the leaf be your forest
and the forest your wilderness.

Here is a glass,
a glass of pure water.
Let the glass be your banquet
and the banquet your fulfilment.

There is a statue,
The Buddha on a lotus.
Let the statue be your path
And the way of all truth.

Here is some blue,
Some blue between greyness.
Let the blue be your skyline
Over Indian shores.

Here is a stone,
Heavy in my fingers.
Let that stone be your footpath
Through the highlands and the glens.

There is a star,
A star at my window.
Let that star be your universe
With its stories unknown.

Here is some quiet,
The stillness of evening.
Let that stillness be your calm
And the calm be your bliss.

When life is nothing
but an echo of itself,
and all you have left
is scraps and remnants,

Re-envisage.

 

 

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