Ellen Tipper

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She has a silk purse
Or maybe 50 in her hand
The other hand is holding her baby
She has a silk purse
She spreads the colors like a fan
Hoping I will do the right thing

I take my money out
I tell her I’ll take three
She looks at me
Happy
But I don’t know if I’ve done right
Or I’ve done wrong
So I take the bags
And walk along the streets

Ducks in cages
Sages in orange robes
Bronze and wooden Buddha heads
Singing bowls

It’s the day before Desai
Desperation in the air
Merchants are circling
Trying to sell their wares
I don’t know if I’ve done right
Or I’ve done wrong
I buy what I can
And walk along the streets

Seekers start here on their spiritual climb
High in the mountains they soak up the light
But here in the valley in this ancient town
Spirits are suffering
Just look around

I have a silk purse
Another two in my hand
I’m gazing at the Buddha’s eyes
I have a silk purse
She has some money in her hand
But is it just enough for rice?

My plane’s about the leave
I pay the hotel bill
But I’m thinking about that woman out there still
I don’t know if I’ve done right
or I’ve done wrong
The taxi loads me in
We drive along the streets