Just off the avenue I call the countryside because it has so many trees and behind these branches are benches circling a fountain that bubbles elegantly
during summer months.
I spent many months sitting by that fountain
, slowly brushing away, like an archeologist, the rubble of life events the Buddha said we would all suffer.
I don't sit there as much anymore, but the gently undigging never ends, nor should it. After all, every morning, Florence sat down to practice
. Every night, we brushed our teeth. Every day, everyone gets to start anew
When walking that daily Exodus
into the birthright of Resurrection
, a prayer is offered: take away what I don't need anymore so I may travel
without burden to the life I was born to live.
Leaving Egypt On Maundy Thursday
[a Her New York favorite]
Sunday Memories: In Honor Of Past Exoduses
Going to Brooklyn To Leave Egypt
Before The Rain, An Encore Of Shelter From Storm
Sunday Memories: Part Three - Home Work