THERIGATHA 29
DHAMMA ~ DHARMA
Another day
walking in circles
with an empty bowl.
Leaning on my staff
in the middle of the road,
my whole body shaking with hunger,
what little strength
I had left—
left me.
As I was
falling
to
the
ground,
I saw.
I was the spoonful of rice.
And this
whole world—
the bowl.
You can’t miss, even if you try.