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If all the days
May 25, 2021
BUDDHIST & BEAUTIFUL
If all the days, of all the years, were made of wine and gold
I’d roll them up into the light of intelligence in this one dog’s eyes
I’d tell him unashamedly how
his friendship across species was Buddhist and Beautiful —
So, rock me like a good old boy, befriend me like the wind,
You’ll be with me when the gates fly open, when angels fly on in.
The shaman-spirit that will be: the Paiut Wovoka ghost dance
drives away every morsel of this dirty money-grabbing
massacre of everything that be wild, that be wilful, that be wondrous.
Such as was once the common currency
Of the most illiterate, boorish Saxon.
