REFUGE

At moonset, the round moon is engulfed in a bank of clouds...sister moon surrenders to what surrounds her
I sit deeply into the earth, the cushion for this mortal coil
I sift through the contents of the dumpster, seeking refuge that may feed my soul, bring noursihment
I sit at the foot of the guru, seeking refuge in my teacher, the dharma, the buddha, the sangha
refuge, no matter what in anything than this skin
is temporary temporal, transient
I must learn to take refuge in the everchaning sand that are below my feet
to find a center in the middle of nothingness
i am center, there is no I