‘forgive me my tresspasses’ said the bird
to the gardener
but then how can a bird tresspass
how can boundaries of graden be ever so impervious
why should we seek permission to enter
the courtyard of intimacy
why should journey to one’s inner temple
be laden with responsibility to be orderly
are we not praying all the time for peace
why deny then the shower of peace
which comes only when we are unencumbered
with the memory of our actions
ego and predelictions