*

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The Saint marks time

in circles and reverses.

For us, she knows, worse is

the illusion of a single line.

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We hear her dictum: all is one.

We meditate in reverent quiet,

eliminate meat from our diet.

And pray for the ego to be undone.

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Like birds, we flutter at her feet,

pecking at seeds of wisdom and advice,

our vision of freedom growing faint.

*

Like birds, we forget and repeat

our hungry pleas.  She complies

with the patience of a Saint.