the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

I
treed monkeys —
each set of roving eyes
finds its own mark

II
a squirrel sniffs,
smelling the plump acorn
beneath damp leaves

III
a housecat
stalks prey, tiger-like,
no-mind / tail-mind

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