In the morning,
the sky opens its boundaries.
Sea meets the air with its scent
and the air comes alive with fractal
patterns, breaks its own dark
sepia monotony.

The lotus was closed in the moonlight.

Tender green leaves leave
no passages to know what passed through.
There are twelve Eastern pillars of light,
shafts of sunrise
in spatial dreams of mountains
rising in the West in
Bodhidharma's footsteps. Canyons
echo with birdsong.

Ho ‘ river of life
I dipped my toe ,
I remember,
Bubbling
churning
urgent
swirling delight,
Bubbles in French champagne,
It tickled
it seduced
it sang me to sleep
Running down my face like a veil of rainbows,
ever lapping waves,
mesmerizing
enchanting
forever without end,
this was life.

I bathed in its pure waters
ever young and gay
The years went by and day by day
Thinking youth is surely here to stay.

Come Beloved
as a strong wind
blow
through my life
seperate
the wheat from the chaff
Help me
to love them both

the good
the bad
the everything
for it has brought me
Here
brought me
back
to You

Aid me
in letting go
of all this
stuff
these things
these strings
and attachments

So there might be room
for nothing else
but Love
among these boxes

Hey, Blackbird! Do you finally get the gist?
Are you ready to cut your wrist?
Or do you still think you're in control?

I'm sorry. But, it's too late to say you're missed.
Remember when we finally kissed?
Oh! How we thought we'd made the roll!

Let's face it. You'll forever be on my list.
I did enjoy our little tryst...
...."to continue" is what I wished, and missed.