Shayari Bazar

Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine coneYou never knowWhat opportunityIs going to travel to you,Or through you.Once a friend gave meA small pine cone-One of a fewHe found in the scatOf a grizzlyIn Utah maybe,Or Wyoming.I took it homeAnd did what I supposedHe was sure I would do-I ate it, ThinkingHow it had traveled Through that roughAnd holy body.It was crisp and sweet.It was almost a prayerWithout words.My gratitude, Tom Dancer, For this gift of the worldI adore so much And want to belong to.And thank you too, great bea