The Table
How long have I been a beggar
Stealing scraps from my Master’s table
Not realizing I was welcome
To the whole feast?
When you slipped through
That narrow crevasse
You stole my equipoise
Like a burglar in the night
Faced with your purity
I dump my tricks
Like the sack of bones
that they are
Friend, you are so welcome at this table
I have laid for you at last
When you arrive
Your presence stills my chatter
You blend innocence and wisdom
In a single gaze
That illuminates everything
You exist without judgment or attachment
In a moment that goes on forever