Teaching quietly

Stones do not move freely

Unless the storm comes by surprise.

Trees bend and politely deny

The status quo.

Nature is the real teacher.

Resting in pieces

I hold my pieces and rest

On this expensive chair

with this resigned meeting population.

I glue my pieces each day,

With soothing honey and Silent prayers,

With food whose origin I know,

With few smiles but well meant,

Worth objects that I wish will stay forever.

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