Homeless Lady

whoever you are... homeless lady this for yousitting on the bench, in her solemn trancea neatly rolled sleeping bag on her sidelooking down solitarily on the mall's tiled floorthinking...where can she find a warm, safe placeto lay her back for a good night sleep...tonight!for a long while her eyes were fixed on something on the floornever, even once , ever she looked upwhat a methodical concentration, what peace of mindtime...not an essence, didn't care if it stops!she raised her head slightly, clasped her handsput them on her lips...praying silently?looked down again, gaze fixed on the tiled floornever changed her collected self...what a calm demeanor.an interesting sight, observing herI'm appalled, in awedoes she ever have any problem?any needs, except for a spaceeveryday existence, no more...no less.the world around her, does she know it exists?can she recognize the zigs and zags of the tile lay-out?if they conform to a preconceive pattern...does she care about the arrogance of blind beliefthat leads all the mendacity of human thoughts?homeless lady, whoever you are, you're a mysteryyou created a vacuum, a void in this unsettling struggleI wish you can find a safe, warm placeto lay your back, have a good night sleep...tonight!;o)~~***~~ Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 11:55 AM PST   10 • 0