The Visitor


A simple empty room

Provides rest

For the visitor


Some stay a night

Others a month


The visitor unpacks her bedroll

Places her prayer mat on the floor

Her tokens on the shelf


Her world unfurls

To occupy the room

As countless have before

Each with its own smell

Its own dream


The visitor knows nothing of these other worlds

How can she know outside of herself?


The room accepts her offering

Without attachment

Without judgment

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