She awakes and prepares herself for the day
In the zendo she attends zazen, her koan that which is
At the morning meal there is warm talk with staff and patron
Afterwards she works in the kitchen
She walks among the fields to the red tractor
And admires its weathered beauty
Then continues on past the horses to the seashore
Here she prays for the Earth and all who live upon it
Soon one will be chosen
And the egg transform to zygote
As a new age dawns upon us

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