Cleaning Day at the Dojo

In the rhythmic chore of cleaning, the chatter of my mind settles.

As the messiness of sanctuary increases, my heart overflows.

The chaos of my mind is replaced by the chaos of dust set free.

High on a perched arch, I reach to brush away the particles that obscure the light.

On our hands and knees washed with water we laugh about elated pleasures of small creatures.

As the messiness of sanctuary is polished away, the shining brilliance of gratitude fills me.

For my training partners who dare to continue to polish their own souls

So that I might find my own.




Kris Allott