To stand at the edge
The red precipice
Must be 2,000 feet high
I crouch down
Inch forward
Lie flat
Wiggle further
And as I near the very edge
A chalk covered hand
Comes over the top
Taking a firm grip
I crouch down
Inch forward
Lie flat
Wiggle further
And as I near the very edge
A chalk covered hand
Comes over the top
Taking a firm grip
But if the coffee wakes me up
I remind myself to find a way
To reach a little further
Climb a little higher
Take another step forward
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
But Nature in all her ways
When left to her own devices
She paints and sculpts
Beauty undeniable
That is just the Way
The Dao, Nature’s way
Beautiful is
All that follows the Way
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails
A time to reflect
A time to bask
A time to collect
And recollect
I sink into my rage
A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men