Savor
I went outside
On to the freshly moved grass
In my era
Of Buddha
I hoped for enlightenment
For clarity
For alignment
And as a rustle from the bush
Happened in front of me
A squirrel jumped out
And ran holding a small apple
In its hands
The squirrel stopped running
Just to enjoy the fruit
And that is when I knew
That all of my running
Can end
And the savoring of my
Fruits
Can begin
