Sitting under the walnut tree
I watch the full moon rising.
The sun has set, the birds are settling,
night is on the way.
A great peace enfolds.
Under the tree, daffodils shine
amidst a carpet of wild spring flowers.
I sip my tea and ponder.
Yesterday I was in the supermarket
when it occurred to me that I was
probably the happiest man in the shop:
people carry around such a bundle of cares.
Humankind has become trapped
in a golden cage of its own making;
the simple pleasures have slipped away.
I count myself among the fortunate few
sitting here listening to the birds
the silence and the great blue void
as night closes in.
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Nice. Namo Amitabhya