Monday, May 15, 2017
"Paradox"––poem by Dorothy
They gave me a name
I did not understand.
It was that of a great figure,
someone written about in books,
known to history.
He was the one
who carried the dharma
to other countries,
made them his.
Sometimes I wonder
if I could be he,
shrunken and circumscribed,
struggling to remember,
to fulfill.
What if I were that one,
come back again,
trying to recall?
What would I do then?
Dorothy Walters
April 21, 2017
