Connection

Bless the spirit that makes connections,
for truly we live in what we imagine.
Clocks move along side our real life
with steps that are ever the same.

Though we do not know our exact location,
we are held in place by what links us.
Across trackless distances
antennas sense each other.

Pure attention, the essence of the powers!
Distracted by each day's doing,
how can we hear the signals?

Even as the farmer labors
there where the seed turns into summer,
it is not his work. It is Earth who gives.

 

Path

Path ... and paths

 

Balance

 

Balance ... evolve

make no mistake

of the vastness

of the wilderness

eyes that open, see

ears that listen, hear

Have it yet not

Have it yet not
Have it, all,
and not
Is there.