Under
their limited caste
and
karmic circumstances,
a paper
plate sits on the table
wishing
only to be
the
likes of a paper napkin
in a
paper napkin’s life,
while a
paper napkin
also
sits there on the same table,
secretly
wishing to be
the
likes of a paper plate
in the
paper plate’s life.
Glances
are distantly exchanged.
Later
they happenstance met
in the
trash,
face to
face, so to speak,
only to
discover
the
tragic story
they
commonly share.
But in
doing so
they
come to recognize
that
they may have come
from
the same forest,
surprisingly
from the same stand,
maybe
even the same tree.
They
then commonly rejoiced
at
their mutual consternation
that
has given them
a depth
of perspective
and their
shared consciousness
of common
soul . . .
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