No nest, no reference points

We start out in a lovely womb
and many people want to create a new one
and stay there.
Our hot tub, our reading group
Our friends, our enemies.

We want to rejoice in smelling our stinking armpits
and say ‘Ahh, this is the life!’

We can line our nest with all sort of baubles and smells
but it is still our smelly little nest.

We are made to take flight.
Unlike birds
We can be without reference points.
Just the teachings of the dharma,
what the earth teaches us
And never touch down again.

Going from one life
to the next.