Offering To My Ancestors
In a black ceramic rice bowl
Faded, well worm from wear
I placed ten thousand Yen
Well worn notes of yellowing paper
Wrinkled from countless miles well traveled
An offering to my ancestors
Under a canopy of Bamboo, yellow and green
Aged with the wisdom of a riddle
In a bed of it's white washed leaves
I place a bowl of Lugao
Warm and inviting in scent
An offering to my ancestors
A Chinese Grave marker, solitary
Stained with earthen moss and sweat
Carved with the passion and delicacy of love's toil
I wash it with hands hard and bare
An offering to my ancestors
Under a shelter of ancient desert palms
Holding back the sky above my head
The Buddha statue of tainted gold
Reflecting my beads of wisdom's prayer
An offering to my ancestors
I have no wealth of paper or gold
Only the wisdom picked from an orchard
An orchard sown with your thoughts
My gift, the only one I have
Compassion and love
An offering to my ancestors
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