Nirvana

for my friend Bernard Betts

Drinking tea in the middle of the night
Enjoying it and being thankful for
Simple things like not always being right
Having just what I have no less no more
Which might seem less than I need but my sight
Has been disappointed by death and war
And is not what it used to be these days

When waiting eyes look up to realize
Nothing yet everything is as it was
One batch is born as another one dies
The effect unrelated to the cause
Then waiting eyes weep but are thankful for
Simple things like not needing to be right
Needing nothing at all no less no more

Here on the ledge overlooking always
Drinking tea in the middle of the night

+Steven Curtis Lance



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