So slowly a banana leaf unfurls.
The dog jumps, nips at fleas.
Tired of barking, it soon sleeps.
A young girl stares at a lilypad,
her brother lugging waterbuckets to the field.
Around them, mountains fold like a monk’s robe.
A few farmers hoe among the garlic sprouts,
sunlight gushing.
How the dead gain happiness.
Muck scooped from the pond
lies beside the footpath.
Our days are lived in utter revelation.
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