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The Buddha who sat at the foot of the Bodhi and defeated the army of Mara stands on my head. The Venerable Mog-gallana is on my left shoulder and the Venerable Sariputa is on my right shoulder. The Dhamma dwells in my hearts core. The Bodhisatta who was born a peacock and who shines as the sole Benefactor of the world, shields my feet. (from the Jinapanjara)

5you light the jossits summer

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the first half-hourstill dreaming

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a poem floats downto the floor

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6today a nest

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a nestnestingin hand

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7you pocketa nest

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sparrowssing in their shells

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8wind & water wavesrise & fall summer gardens

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flagstones home creeping charlie blurs the lines

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how this garden should look is allin your head

9tomorrow all the time

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bare-chested for now

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you turn from the news to that painted fern

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looking at cloudslooking in a rain barrel

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roof scraps in rain barrel

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cone flowersto your chestsomething stirs

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yellow garden swingabove the sedum

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a rain garden for now

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woodpeckerloudly in a light rain

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listen beyond your understanding

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squirrels too all that ego