I thought I heard my mom talking outside this morning
but it was two birds at the front door.
Perched on porch banister.
Eyeing my father’s funeral wreath.
Maybe they wanted to nest in the fake flowers
or pay homage.
In Buddhism, technique is the canoe that gets you across the river. Once you've made it to the other side, you don't drag the canoe ...
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