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2017, 8*, Bodhisattvacharyavatara, brown, buildings, clouds, dedication, echo, generation, identity, land, lifetimes, living, Mahayana, Open All Hours, pocket, punya, rain, Shantideva, sky, smile, stone, tectonic plates, true nature, work
Open – All – Ours
out across the vast land
of all of my many lives
what started as a stave-
shack has long-since
become a stone colossus
wider than the sky in which
my own clouds rain,
with openings measureless
to man and tectonic plates
stacked up and arching
in inconceivable echo;
that’s where we all work,
life after life, all by my-selves
meticulously stocking up
even anything so small,
taking whole lifetimes
sometimes to place a
single smile in its right
and proper place because
you never know when it
might come in handy;
well, it’s a living; do you
like my trusty brown
overcoat – nice, deep
pockets – comes with
the job, been in my
family now for so many
generations now … once
I catch up with myself
constructed out of Bodhicharyavatara, chapter three, verse ten, by Shantideva
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
brown wormhole: monument to vainglory
buildings wormhole: time
clouds wormhole: industrial estate
echo & sky wormhole: so pleased to see you again
identity & lifetimes wormhole: ‘never look up’?
living wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show
rain wormhole: ah … // oh … // meanwhile … // … // tha ya ta …
smile wormhole: to allow / passage
stone wormhole: transmuted
work wormhole: neither nude nor / descending a staircase
