I cannot follow…

All I hear are your voices,
Soup bowls stirred in unison on a long table,
The unkind clutter of forks and spoons,
the raucous laughter of insincerity,
death of attachment,
quiet disdain so evident,
life of a mendicant,
awaiting earned gift
As i do not comprehend,
I am indifferent….
Peace touching the soul.

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