Grief cooks a
nourishing oatmeal for the soul.
Blue Sky in Buckets
I asked the blue sky today
why people suffer.
It must not have known,
for it just stayed blue.
I asked my friend
why people suffer.
He said because they try
to stuff the blue sky
into their little buckets
and fail.
But the blue sky comes all
the way down to the ground.
It fills every bucket that's not full
of something else already.
So how do we not suffer?
Just dump out our buckets
and breathe easy.
No stuffing necessary.
*******
Alan Harris
All ponderables and poems in these e-mails were authored by Alan Harris. Sharing is fine.
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