Saturday, November 3, 2018

What Do You Want?

1.

I stand here
alone,
but all that is
asks me,
"What do you want?"

I don't know.
I pick up a small stone,
content
with what I have.

2.

I do not ask
for more.
The sun shines
in the open sky,
the breezes blow,
and the birds sing.

I have what I have,
what more do I need?
I cannot say.
I have nothing.
I have more than enough.
I have this stone.

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