All in
One moment
I understood the
Buddha's parable about walking
with a stone in your shoe-.
I suddenly knew
It could happen to anyone
Anytime
and after inspecting the painful
if minuscule annoyance
I found the stone
Made of calcified fragments, merely
Memories compressed and pushed out
like bone spurs sloughed off
and re-attached to thought
Like a tumor.
Every step, someone else's shoes -
That was
Us
Now all that is left
is the loose stone
from the right shoe.
Painting by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1841-1919), 'Woman tying her shoe' in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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