Today's post is my own reminder to open my eyes & heart to the smallest beings & moments, to let in the possibility that they are just waiting to offer me (us) something immense.
Matters of Scale
Some days I have the heart of a hungry ghost—nothing
in this world can fill it.
But each of today’s citizenry
have become so vast
I can’t contain a single one.
Dragonflies and tree frogs, the tiny blossoms they call shooting stars—
all peer in at me with piercing
immeasurable eyes.
with thanks to Rustin Larson who published this poem in his anthology Conestoga Zen, October 2020
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