a pilgrim
even with twelve doves
walks alone
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Offerings
Morning offerings—
pilgrims dance to chiming bells
in the temple courts.
Unfolding
prayer by prayer
footstep by pilgrim footstep—
the unfolding path
Empty
too many late nights
too many early mornings
beggar’s empty bowl
Running
Running the same course
as the river through the woods—
who can follow it?
Spring
seven weary rooms
all abandoned long ago—
spring will come again
Much
There is much to learn
from forks and blackened skillets—
if you know their tongue.