A coconut bobbed upon the waves
and alighted softly on shore sands.
Years later there
were many coconut palms on the
island. They provided milk for babies,
nut fiber for others, oil for lamps,
coconut shells for dishes, lauric
acid for meditation. Lifegiving
little lakes of milk unstolen from
an animal protected by a hard shell
transform into heaven
former
slaughterhouse hells.
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