Poem – Definition

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If I say I am without boundary,
how will you define me?

If I say I do not hear the words you say,
am I still listening?

If I look eastward,
whose direction is it?

If I swing my arm through the air,
are you the only one feeling the movement?

I exist here – distinct from
the willow tree and the lotus, yet
our paths cross when I see the
sun’s reflection and the moon’s shadow.

A dew drop glistens on
the elongated blade of grass.

I suspend them in time
through empty mind
free of other objects
the dew drop exists here
near my fingertips and
the moons light
within my palm.

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