When nature married stars to moon and sun. |
"Live each season as it passes." ~ Henry David Thoreau When Nature married stars to moon and sun, Her form was gowned in agelessness sublime; So seasons, as they pass, give pause for none And glance not backward o’er the path of time. Our vision’s tunneled forward, straight ahead Toward what we wish to find, or do, or see; But Now, eternal, silent, calls instead For us to simply listen, breathe, and be. Inside the Silent Mind all creatures sigh And, smiling, walk as one from birth to death With eyes as wide and guileless as sky; Perfection captured under every breath. The seasons' simple lesson of release: What’s born on Earth is certain to decease. Inside the palm of Spirit, all are one; In every written word, a craft of rhyme. When no one loses, everyone has won Where none are hated, there is never crime. From cyclic season’s journals we have read And with their whispered winds they hold a key But we’re as deaf as if it's gone unsaid When all along, their words could set us free: That everyone who lectures tells a lie; Of language, the enlightened are bereft. The blessed age of Silent Mind is nigh When not a single frightened soul is left. The flawless flight of faith gives rise to peace When Mind’s frenetic utterances cease. |