We should be intent on cleansing and polishing our hearts so that they can gain release from their worries and preoccupations, the source of pain and discontent.
—Ajaan Lee, “Sowing the Seeds of Freedom”
In the desert,
three crows
were circling
as the lightning storm
came blustering—
stiff buffet of wind,
sharp slash of rain—
and all around
was being polished,
eroded, worn down,
even the woman
beneath the crows
by the Morrison layer
above the road.
The polishing happens
so slow, so slow,
and our hearts
so full, so full.