It’s a tricky thing, ask
for one thing, get another,
just what is needed.

Understood.

Shake hands with fate,
agree to the veiling
not an ending,
rather the beginnings
of a new life,
tabula rasa.

Oh, the beauty! Tastes
and smells and five,
maybe six senses
all vibrating at once,
luring us into nooks
and alleys and pleasure
and pain and lord,
are we hungry, the earth
is our pasture, her treasures
our plunder, perfecting ways
in which to exert dominion
over what the eyes survey;

Hungry ghosts.

 

Sikkim - Land of Discovery

image: Sikkim – Land of Discovery

fmi on the definition of hungry ghosts:
http://justalittlebitmorebook.com/2014/10/16/the-hungry-ghost/