Take up the leavings of a life.
Say “thank you” in a clear voice.
Bow to the unseen face of the training place –
garden, ocean, dojo, cathedral, street corner,
overflowing gutters of disappointment.
Take up the friendships, the San Andreas pressures,
the fragile desires, the lost callings like unseen
frigate birds calling to the dirty shore.


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