Rub Your Feet

I rubbed my feet

the Buddha’s belly

Aladdin’s lamp.

A miracle is in the

making.

So what’s the rub?

Processing  miracles

is not like 3-D printing.

Sometimes they take

a beginning and later

the ending arrives.

Rub away.  It feels

relaxing.

Puts your mind

off its edge.

The way through

may be thick with

thatches.

It smooths out

soon enough to

your utter surprise

to be in a new place.

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

 

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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