One spring morning my dreams come true
Sun hides and seeks, breeze gutsy n cool
Birds chirp, hop with cheer, fly low
About children playing in the street below
As if continuing the overnight score ...
I savour, chew on the rarefied turn
With it, oneself, exist as one
Unlike artful selves
I'd always known
Heartburning, own, the same drone.
Out, on the mountain terrain
Old man, bespectacled, bent
Grey hairs, puffing, pulling on
To bend high up, the stone warm
Eyeing hilltops yonder, valley in space
The climb onward, his drive, his grace.
I join him, meet his transparence
Sight pure, mind open, accessed
Being one, the same involved
Luminous, in different form
The same, same in all creatures
In things every and each recess :
How our hopes and desperations
Come back as real impressions
Leading the body, bounding the mind
Negating fulness complete, rewind.
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