Alphabet Meditation Verses: U
Universe of time
with complicated flow--
one vantage point that's mine--
so little that I know--
a child pointing blame
for events far beyond,
I writhe in ego's game,
curse pretend magic wands.
These pains, not my fault,
nor others': we are
all wounded children,
descendants of stars.
May I look with compassion
on others and me
and tend my small ration
of eternity.
