This other worldly house in which we live
Gives rise to love and patience over time
Certain revenge comes when we forgive
And sometimes charity equates to crime
The first ten minutes waking is so strange
The sensual world creeps in with gentle stealth
As all that we have had falls out of range
And then the world dissolves into itself.
The village lies beneath a peaceful sun
The river draws me up from where I rest
The other world, with open eyes, is done
Returned at once to burden and to quest
I squint with rested eyes into the day
And hear the children calling me to play.
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