Lessons at the raspberry patch
Early in the day, in the cool of the morning
We stripped the raspberry patch of the pump berries,glistening,
Found some bitten, a few,
Gross, said my son, who ate those too?
Perhaps the birds, I replied, as if on cue,
Then smiled and said, we have so many , we can spare them a few,
My boy stopped and pondered this, a second or two,
Why are they ours, amma, couldn't they belong to the birds too?
Why indeed, I thought, how true,
Why do we lay claim to,
Seek to posses,
All that that pleases,
All that the mind,chooses,
Why don't we instead,
Play our small parts , in the larger scheme of things,
And revel,in that sense of belonging?
--shubha
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