I can experience nothing
But my own karma, it’s true —
Unless I have taken some karma
On for every one of you

Unless I exist as a symbol
Of something we’ve nearly forgot
Which may be lent, but not borrowed
Given away — never bought

Unless upon the perimeter
Your evolving vision of
I stand for genuinely
Unconditional truth and love

Among us, poets are not paid. The poet/editor of this website, being physically disabled, lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level, and is presently homeless. Become a patron of the fine arts at: https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts

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