“All things are empty of a separate existence….All things inter-are” –Thich Nhat Hanh, on the “Great Heart Sutra” in The Heart of Understanding
Mango, soft, sweet, succulent, Ganesha’s world
Walnut, stone, hard exterior, a little nutty sometimes
Broccoli, roots deep, crown embracing sunlit sky
Blueberry, night sky horizon purple, moonkissed
Kale, alluring deep-sea green, showing off my fringe
Roma tomato, a tear-drop of glorious red, sunkissed
Olive, salty, juicy, fruit of trees generations past
Apple, tangy, autumn glow
Beet, earthy, rounded, fertile
Water, once the sea, then a cloud, soon to be a teardrop
McDonald’s french-fries, heavy, greasy, vaguest hint of once having been a growing thing
Mountain Dew, nuclear-neon, over-caffeinated, syrup-goo, river-pollutant, aluminum-rust
Fast-food cheeseburger, was I once really an animal with light of life shining in my eyes?
Cheetos, orange dye #65 and red dye #34, wrapping eternal land-fill material
All things are empty of a separate existence.