Grace is there for the asking
Tall Weeds choke the way
Arms thrashing through the weeds
Trying to get to the clearing.
The clearing appears
Meadow, beauty, open air
Sense the air in my lungs.
Fresh, crisp, life giving.
No more weeds
No more thrashing
No more cut arms
Clear freedom
Until it is not.
Rocks in the meadow
Just below the short grass
Not seen.
First trip:
Oh damn
I did not see it
Second trip
What is this shit
Who put that there?
Third trip.
I sit down,
Despondent
Wondering.
Will this ever get smooth
Ever? Ever?
Grace is there for the asking.
Not smooth but 3-D,
There to trip me?
Deep crevasses,
Big rocks, breaking down
To little rocks in the meadow
That make beauty real.
May these offerings be in service to the end of suffering for all beings, throughout all times, and in all directions throughout the cosmos.
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