Quiet Garden

Sitting in a quiet garden
There’s a bird that greets a soldier
Both are nameless in this garden
Though you hear them gently weeping

Walking in a busy city
There’s a man who greets his grandson
Both are happy in this moment
Though they mourn a mother sleeping

Flying in a dreamy landscape
There’s a heightened sense of meaning
Both your eyes are quickly dashing
Though the journey’s end is creeping

Traveling around these places
There’s a lesson each can offer
Both sides of your brain are churning
Though this reward’s not for reaping

Take it all in, take it gently
You are king, and there is plenty
Look too hard, you won’t find any
All the answers start with M E

Hampi, Karnataka, India

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