here
our thoughts
wish themselves
about inland shoals
where beauty
be Mistress
her peace
overlaying strife
her wisdom
impart’d
for at least
this moment
better
to be shar’d
with tomorrow
our thoughts
wish themselves
about inland shoals
where beauty
be Mistress
her peace
overlaying strife
her wisdom
impart’d
for at least
this moment
better
to be shar’d
with tomorrow
how she might
despair
fantasizing
great flocks
of dust mold’d
with space
to a clay
ever confusing
and reidentifying
I’m born
I live
I die
(suppos’dly)
Something’s before
during
and after
me
(suppos’dly)
but
of myself a part
has always been
I
of Everything
or is Everything
Me?
for Now
…perhaps
commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release
to better Rebirth
to aspire
drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion
to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence