Highland Valley Hog Back Moon
The Calm before Sunset
The grey-red-white of deep cloudlets appears on sky blue pallet
Birdsong of Longing and of Families Assembled
The Cool of the Day
Old Hindu women in colorful garb take an evening stroll
A moment of contemplation amidst the hectic frenzy of task
Soon enough to drift and fall away into daily death and dream
Tomorrow comes the Dawn
I remember a summer long ago
Awakened by a birdsong and I’m off to greet the sun
The morning dew and sunshine embracing at my feet
Hail the Mighty Ra
Who soars the heavens high
Hail Unto Thee who Art the Sun Boat Wheel Stations of Force and Fire
Above and Below
‘Tis the Time of High Summer and the High Pastures are Ripe with Forage
Diana and Her Nymphs lead the Dance of Sprites and Selene Rides the Sky
The soft hogback grass is inviting
Snapshot thoughts only seem to capture moments uncapturable
Goddess of the Chase, of Nature, and of Grace
Show us your glowing and tender Face
Let us bask in your beauty while we tend to our duty
May we dream rapture in worlds unrapturable
Words flow from me and yet words maim me in my delusion-tainted reality
Harsh and weary and Weary and harsh
I Wish I could Wander Beyond this Habit Land
Stubborn Old Dogs are We, Lamenting we Know not What
Old Age, Sickness, and Death lie ahead
For that is what Follows Birth
All Great Vibrant Life will Soon be the Past Plowed Under
Circle Cycle Rises and Falls and Gives and Takes
Phantasms of healing lovers and glorious banquets
Triumphant facades built up to hide the wild weeds, the staple seeds of samsara
The freshness of frustration baffles as a seemingly insurmountable maiden of struggle
But wait! It is OK to relax and wander off from the bitter battlefield game
May the living be joyous and not full of pain and fear
May they know bliss and be even of mind
Now I must go and hope I have not failed them for cycles ne’er sleep
May memory and vigilance be my companions evermore
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