I have watched
the simple proof of growth
N change
N death
N most of all
Of resurrection’s breech
A simple leaf
That sprouts
From forest floor and dung
Persistant in its will to be
Relentless
Unshakeable
Persistant
Cracking rock while reaching for the sun
Embracing space and time
Inspiring passion of the solar winds
To carry memory messages
Roots in darkness
Arms in light
Mudras to inspire
Nature’s tantra
Hot and held
For passion of the joining
Other worlds
Imagined in our dreams
Or hoped for under
Brush and stroke and pen
Finding all the new maths
Molds n myths
By memory saving
Subtle changes for the coming times
As witness one must hold
The eye as point
Of greater dreams
N new imaginings
The eons of patterns in chaos
Feasting on hope
Passing plates
Filled with all that’s gone before
That seeks fair vessels
Formed to more dynamic densities
Vessels
Ships for fools and kings
What rides us to these yet unchartered shores
Will we with mind or heart be present once again
To witness all the cycles of our gross imaginings
The I
The Me
The chance to hold the sacred See
Or thou
And you
Illusion’s tried and true
Ultimate paradox
Of presence and void