kukurulla

stones drop upon me
and sticks hit me,
sometimes pie in the face.
like anyone else,
random bumps in life

how know any different
that You aim your bow
with full free awareness,
elegantly pull back
and unerringly shoot
the arrow exactly where you aim.

like the woman Saraha was
so taken by back in the day,
in brief glimmers
every suffering
becomes treasure arrow
from you, Kurukulle.