Staying home, not going anywhere.
In the temple.
Precepts of compassion for walls,
and a heart of devotion for fire.
Children's cries, call me to practice,
laundry and dishes offer themselves to me,
day after day.
My lovers past and present, my dear friends and teachers.
I sit in the hall,
my sangha surround.
It seems I could leave at any moment
but the cries of the world whisper again and again
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