dawn’s orange canaries trill
greenish arpeggios
to the footless stump
a cherished beggar Buddha
drags like a shriveled bedpost
across the slimy sky train platform

one elegant pause raises
his dented tin cup
that sips
from the supreme non-dual state
of purified oneness
beyond all vision
sentiment
thought
or phantom limb
deceptive sensation

and offers the simplest answer
to each passing sufferer