Four independent currents
Perhaps enlightenment
is the condition
when all four
flow together as one
Perhaps enlightenment
is the condition
when all four
flow together as one
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface
With utter abandon
She runs
Gangly limbs
All astrewn
Head rolled back
Now lolling
Side to side
She runs
Only for the joy
It seems
Of running
Down Bengali Tola
And as my camera
Finally finds her
She finds me
Light comes
Driving air
Down the valley
Clearing atmosphere
Of smoke and mist
Ohm, I sing
Into heart
Into center
Into spirit
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
I feel my heart
Thrum in my chest
I feel the heat
Within my soul
I feel the beat
Of wordless rhyme
I am complete
Connected time
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
Such sweet gift I proffered
To other souls
None taking