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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