Deity is the fruit placed before Buddha.
Remembering you are a buddha.
It is the body and blood;
We lift them up to the Lord.
The father, the sun and the holy spirit.
Deity is endless aching asylum.
Deity is a child.
And laughing.
It is the keys on my typewriter
who sit so patiently until inspiration comes
so that they may whizz through space
landing
-- splat! --
to be part of a word, a sentence, a paragraph
A story.
Deity is our daily bread,
the life that keeps flowing
through our veins and lungs and hearts.
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