Appalachian Morning Stroll: A Station Along the Wheel

Hazel kins fatten       Alder soon to follow

Maple tips redden     Dead twig tips hollow

Stream babbles with vigor as the snowmelt feeds it

Downstream is upwind and so there is counterpoint

Duckies float along and congregate in leisure

Crow lazily perches in yonder tree

Heron stands patiently at shore wearing invisibility cloak

Lowland grass appears for the weary grazers

I wonder if this water journeys to the Gulf or the Bay

Good morning salutations abound

Fast walking women gab and giggle

Men talk of groundhogs and geese

Monday morning work echoes in the vale

Fresh is the morning   Fresh is the moment   Fresh is the mind

Muttering mantradhara meanders along

Good fortune and ease are his companions for now

But who knows about tomorrow

A fresh mind has no worries

The stale and the stagnant long for this freshness

It seems impossible to cross this barrier

If only they knew the mind has no bounds

Here and there could merge in noneness

The moon is fat and round and love and chocolate simmer

The sun is a might bit brighter when before it was dimmer

I have befriended the Medicine King

My work is a pill of good fortune for the sickened and the fearful

May the clever fiends of dullness and distraction be away

May the apprentice attend to the stricken

May this find you well my kind ones

Please go along and teach me the ways of the wise