Sunday, April 23, 2017

Poem: 'The Sun' by Alison Stone

The Sun
In his mother’s womb, the Buddha
blazed; her belly shone
like a translucent shade over a bulb.
Boulders, groundhogs, grass, your surly neighbor --
my light flares from everything.
With all shining, how can you not celebrate?

Let me melt
your stubborn sorrow, leave you
innocent and lovely as an animal.

From Ordinary Magic, published by NYQ Books August 29, 2016

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