Eat grain one at a time,
like a pigeon with a beak, no spoon
Inhale one grain of truth at a time,
like an ascetic in solitude, no mundaneness
so grains were not meant for humans to
bundling them in a spoon or palm,
Transpired from the soul of a grain
from a plate of vegetable fried rice,
today at lunch hour,
took me by surprise,
for ours is no beak.
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