A poem by Rashid.
The dark earth
soft as love
presents its breast
I kneel before it
transplant
lettuce seedlings
delicate butterflies
in the hand
arrange the
scattered patterns
into shallow hollows
in weeks they are
a brief feast
life’s span
is seen as swift and
full of grace
that’s what
the master
Osho showed us
generosity
this fruitful
beauty
02 05 14
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