(Terry’s New Signboard)
I am going to retire early tonight without a book!
I need to find out what I am really feeling about life.
The flame from my altar will spread fluttering shadows onto the ceiling.
The tulsi and tuber rose garland hung on the water color painting of Sai Baba
with His Holiness the Dalai Lama will send it's fragrance across the room
to my bed, while the frogs in the lotus pond talk to each other like lovers.
When I wake up in the morning, the crickets will not be singing.
The moon will have disappeared and the shadows too.
In the mirror I will look the same, but I will not be the woman you left
standing in the doorway when you walked out......
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