I sat on a bench in a crescent of bamboo
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.
Came the reply. As they peacefully munched the scenery I was contemplating.
“Of course ”
Contempt without judgement,
Allow healing to happen.