Bowl of Saki for March 4    (64)

Aimed toward me, word or thought
action dark, or less than clear
they can't reach me, can't take flight
do no harm, for I am light.
With heaviness they fall back tight
upon the sender, far or near
return a cover, veil,, bought.

Yet I remain, still shining bright.

Where goes this dust upon return?
It covers heart, which then does yearn
to have the polish, clean the rust
and from that eye remove the dust.
To do so, nothing more is thrown
nor aimed away with sigh or moan.
Embraced, the cleaning of the heart
brings joy and peace, in whole, not part.
And here is where the self is lost
Death in life the lesser tossed.
Each thought each action, heartfelt, pure,
toward me rises self so sure.
Til finally not a mote is left
the veil rent, the cover cleft.

And now not two, for in clear sight
I yet remain, still shining bright.