The Boon of Devotion
Sitting by the wildedagga plant which was providing nectar for the sunbirds,
a friend asked what I wish I had learnt at school.
I semi flippantly said carpentary. I would so love to work with wood.
I find myself being asked by the Totality of Being what I wish for:
The request was for the boon of devotion.
Above liberation, above the mundane phyiscalities.
The seer in the eyes
the listener in the ears
the taster in the taste