Every morning,
you put the sky around my neck
I once thought it was heavy
now it is not
until time remains
and space endures
the rain I wander with
is dharma rain
beneath a sunflower face
time spirals
while we tug it into
a stupid line
and its fleeting
playful scamper
finally makes fools
of us all
no matter
we pour our love
from the cup of the heart
and forget where it falls
generosity
golden
follows the sun
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