Junebug

Junebug

A june bug once interrupted my evening meditation when she landed, so softly, in front of my candle.
Her evolutionary wiring held her captive, transfixed by the flame she mistook for the sun.
Before the Abhaya mudra of the Buddha we two sat while I concluded my recitations
And took her out into the night, considering how even a little June bug can be a great teacher.

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