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Today's Poem - Wednesday Sep 8 2010

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'With weakness comes...'

With weakness comes the force that fuses breath
To need. Perfection shrinks within its mind,
And knowing this, then seeks the perfect death,
Which is itself a weakness- of a kind.

The needs that drive us spring from discontent-
Thus I arose this morning filled with fire,
Though who can say which part was nature's bent
And which the sinking ashes of desire?

Forgive me, Bodhisattva - yet who grew
The wheat that made the cakes these pilgrims bring
To set outside your cave? Are they all, too,
The broken reeds of which your gospels sing?

This only I will grant: in weakness lies
The need permitting charlatans to rise.


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