I sat on a bench in a crescent of bamboo

Seeking You,

When into the clearing below

Comes a young deer slightly limping on the right front leg.

I, too, am here tending my wounds

Real, imagined, and self inflicted.

“Are you suffering?” I ask.

“No.”

“Healing.”

Came the reply. As they peacefully munched the scenery I was contemplating.

“Oh”

“Of course ”

…

Contempt without judgement,

Allow healing to happen.