Gedicht

Bombu

I’m a bombu -

       ignorant & fearful.

 

Unwanted thoughts

       stray

through my head.

 

I often hang

       from a cliff-top

       unaware

Amida

       will catch me.

 

Things work out

       for the best.

 

Tonight

       I sit up

       doing nothing

happy

       to be awake -

       no time

       wasted in sleep.

 

I believe

       these hands

belong to Amida.

Whatever they do

       is good.                

                                   Marcus Cumberlege

                                   October 2002.

					Ekō 96
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