Dawn in Western Sky

In a field - Myanmar

A field – Myanmar

Making tea in great temples

All moving in mysterious ways,

The still river runs deep,

Last night’s wood smoke

Is caught in the breeze.

 

Finally, no end to speak,

Mind a flawless diamond;

Energy an eternal delight,

Magic alive in these mountains.

 

A dried leaf in a storm

Unable to plot a course,

Superb complexity

Of a passing dragonfly.

 

My cries, my calling,

Ever punctuated by a profound silence,

To easy to give up

This tomorrow that never comes.

 

Looking into the pond

Without depth, it is empty,

Let it settle.

 

In death, I rest,

Returning this dirty skeleton

To the earth.

Webs and Trees - Kalpa, India

Webs and Trees – Kalpa, India

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