Of time and change
And buddhas long forgotten
I sit
Then breathe
To quiet mind
Of learnings misbegotten
This land once rose
And then it fell
By men of mind besotten
I sit
Then breathe
To quiet mind
Of learnings misbegotten
This land once rose
And then it fell
By men of mind besotten
But the wisest insights always come
When I turn away from all of these
And simply listen to the voice within
Which resonates best with my body
A lattice
Of light
Into which
My darkness
Falls
With the day near done
Laying back, warm sun
Close my weary eyes
Breathe a heavy sigh
Where every thundering wave
Takes me back
Ten thousand years
To a time before industry
To a time before capital
To a time before government
To a time before language
To a time before consciousness
To a time before life
Eroding, eroding, eroding
All which had supported me
Until I am perched
On a pinnacle
So I breathe
Let go the thoughts
Dispelling
The chaos
Until I am conscious
Only of being
I notice a speck
On the river
A boat
The immensity
Strikes me
Humbling
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
Unsaturated pastels
Hushed details
Settled sea
Slumbering land
Quiet calm