i
There is no power, like calling the invisible
From the estranged intensity
Of these pockets of soul
These coloured hosts of spirit
ii
A personal episode of faith
On a sunny windless afternoon
The point where Spring turns to Summer
Showing no signs of mastering
Solitude, brusque abrupt compassion will do
iii
A white-daylight Buddhist sort of service
That serves all without judging
There is no power, like community
The human act will make us real again
Connect our knowledge to daily humility
iv
Regaining last crumbs of empathy
Lingering a while like fluff blown
To pollinate what and for who and how
v
There is no power, like a love
That never has to say goodbye, because
We learned to love everyone a bit
Like a Buddhist ceremony of humanity.
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Wuji Seshat 