Insects, resting on the rim of a wide blue flowerpot;
a bird, eating them one by one; each is acting according to its need,
until the need is no more. No greed, no poverty, no depleted resources;
no waste, no alleys lined with overflowing garbage cans.
Good fortune: in times of plenty, all are filled;
when times are lean, all are lean.
Gratitude: to be here now,
in joy and pain.
Freedom: to love those who still complain.
November 3, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Be Here Now, Birds, Definitions, Diaries, Freedom, Good Fortune, Gratitude, Greed, Insects, Journals, Joy, Life, Love, Pain, Poems, Poetry, Poverty, Wants and Needs
William Michaelian 