i think of my self
as of Less

there’s no thing
worth much talking

i’m watching silence merge
with beingness

a Buddha being born
in Love

with no effort, no working

all i can share
is love that i can give myself.
not more,
not even less.
the love that i can know … i can give to a friend.
not more,
not even less.

all blessings that i know
all truth i can experience
i’m sharing in my beingness

with no former expedience
i’m giving only what i am…
and what i cannot be
will never share

for it’s not me