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So ultimately simple is the balance.
We owe what matters.
Hence the closely loving attention
We would rightly pay it.
Fine the flowing focus is,
And so very dear the dear address
That franked by feeling economy is
Rightly finding its way.
But no cheque in the mail this.
Rather look to the everywhere engraven communion plate;
Perhaps slipping through fumbling fingers;
Bent on immaterial senses.
With a care to gratitude's oh so particular causes,
This liminal welcome waits world upon world.
And well we wink at its beauties ever brushing by;
The open eye offered in pale recompense.
Weight for weight of daring chiaroscuro,
Life precisely matters.
In the image of all is this graven
Namo Amida Butsu.
(© Copyright Gregg Heathcote, 14 July 2001)