|Our parents with the humor, beauty and happiness of losing the first adult teeth!|
OUR MOTHER'S FEET
Our mother's feet are pale and fragile.
What she has left is just skin and bones,
which wilt our hearts.
All of her life she
her children and grandchildren forever.
Our mother's feet are aged—displace a color of adventure,
A sign of being weathered, wisdom, and compassion.
Looking at these nameless tendons and bones,
in our heart, we shed the tears of love.
Looking at these signs,
we realize our life is a passing dream,
We see life take its course in its immense and endless flow,
Even though we are embracing and accepting life as it is,
The rhythm of our hearts has the sound of true emptiness.
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