work by Alex Deleuse.

Zhaozho looked at the swirling dust in front of him and said: There goes another one.


Always at home,
When traveling
Down the path
Of perfect resistance.

At home,
Held in the mirror-gaze
Of another.

At home
In forgiveness,
For what has arrived.
At home
In compassion
For what has not yet arrived.

I am in the body
Through the farthest gate,
Drowned by rushing water,
Caught in trembling branches,
Eaten by the shadow.

I am in the body
Offering to all
Worn in deeply,
A perfect lesson
Of safety.

Always at home.

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