Our Nature

Our nature
does not derive from 

It precedes 
and thrives in 
spite of it.

Born of wind,
leaves flutter and fall
without name.

Born of nothing,
thoughts flutter and fall,
without memory.

Born of fear,
hope shimmers and cast
lonely shadow.

A lovely wife; a long life;
moments that flicker and shine
are all the heaven I require.


 Stone Buddha by Kondañña (Barry Kapke)


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