The sky is source
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was
Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too
A time to reflect
A time to bask
A time to collect
And recollect
Sharp rays raking the dull air