in-lightened

Today, while I was sitting on the hard ground
in an unfinished stadium in Bodh Gaya
watching a group of half-naked kids do a play centered around their lives
and vulnerability
I noticed two tiny speckled eggs in a small nest in the ground
so very vulnerable and fragile
so exposed to the elements
to predators
to the stray wheel of a bicycle bouncing along
and I thought... how like these chldren
were those two eggs, so tiny, so fragile,
and yet, with what faith had their mother placed them there
wonder... will they ever survive the night?
Will these children ever survive the hardships
will they grow into tall strong human beings
or will they just be nobody's children...
blown away like chaff in the wind.....