Tulsi -3
15. 5. 06
Why shall the broken pots
With your saplings,
still green
Be of concern to
Me,
I donot worship the pot
Or the sapling
I am devoted to your aroma
That you share so unhesitatingly
With the world
To sublimate their
Desires
And demands
Into a prayer
That I/they recite
Every morning
And also every night
Before I sleep
If I sleep