A Small Green Island

There is a small green island

where one white cow lives alone,
a meadow of an island.
The cow grazes until nightfall, full and fat,
but during the night she panics
and grows thin as a single hair.
What will I eat tomorrow?
Theres nothing left!"
#$ dawn the grass has grown up again,
waist%high. The cow starts eating
and b$ dar& the meadow is clipped short.
She is full of strength and energ$,
but she panics in the dar& as before
and grows abnormall$ thin overnight.
The cow does this over and over
and this is all she does.
She never thin&s,
"This meadow has never failed
to grow bac&. What should I be afraid
ever$ night that it wont'"
The cow is the bodil$ soul.
The island field is this world
where that grows lean with fear
and fat with blessing,
lean and fat. White cow,
dont ma&e $ourself miserable
with what is to come or not to come.
%% (ersion b$ )oleman #ar&s, from the
translation b$ *.A. +icholson
"Sa$ I am ,ou"
-a$pop, .//0
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