Within Another Life
Leo Stein
Those whose days were grudging or confused
May come back trapped within another life
As a boulder, or a pane of glass,
Or a door at suffers every time it's slammed.
If I return a boulder, love, some summer day
Come sit by me and contemplate these horses and these hills.
And if I am a door, come home through me,
Be sure I'll keep you safe.
And if a knotted,, twisted rope,
From long self-clenching and complexity,
Oh love, unbind, unbraid me then
Until I flow again like windswept hair.
Collected in Kimberley Snow's book In Buddha's Kitchen
Read and recorded by Radha at the Summer Palace in Beijing
July 24, 2016
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