Descending on a jagged path

I come to rest on sun warmed stone

Nearby there is a tall old pine, never changing

It awaits my return

Early summer at this gleaming lake meadow

A lovely girl with a speckled dog passes swiftly by

The day becomes more and more brilliant

Quietly watching nothing in particular

Pairs of pipits twit along the shore

The beautiful girl does not show that her heart is broken

A cold wind stings my skin

In this meadow, now brittle rasp

Dark fog muffles a deciduous echo

Many sunrises ago

Death gestures an eclipse

Concrete sweats a red dawn to black

No struggle, no song, no body

Claws and teeth to survive again

Oases tainted with poisons of gossip

Natures deteriorate, vanity thrives

Nurture and union to survive again

Crystal snowmelt fills the still lake

The moon abides in the mist of serene mind

Through gales of snow the birds don't sing

I wait out the storm beneath a tall old pine

Laughing, one boot on each foot, feet on the ground

Footprints already fading

An evening dream, everything must have been an illusion

I cannot explain clearly even one part of what I see

Meditating on the moon in the lake

This morning, awake

Is it not the same dream?

Long summer days in verdancy

Everything is fresh and pure

Worldly emotions pass like a breeze here

In cool shade, I write a few words

Trickling to the source of stillness

Beauty everywhere