the ocean swells
the breath of life

motions upon motions
oceans relative

but dry up like puddles
withering to dust in a flash

needles leaves moss
birth and death

like breath come and go
in subtle rhythm

each in total accord
one with own-nature

only without looking
could there be no end in sight

hurry toward forward
fleeting ideas and concepts

not seeing for your eyes
thinking of getting

somewhere
something
 

ten thousand things
 

you i dust
all is one

under sun under moon
even stones wither to nothing

what is there to be gained
what then is gain or loss

so why worry
about not finishing

i prefer to perambulate
where now do we find ourselves?


 

 

the ocean swells
the breath of life

motions upon motions
oceans relative

but dry up like puddles
withering to dust in a flash

needles leaves moss
birth and death

like breath come and go
in subtle rhythm

each in total accord
one with own-nature

only without looking
could there be no end in sight

hurry toward forward
fleeting ideas and concepts

not seeing for your eyes
thinking of getting

somewhere
something
 

ten thousand things
 

you i dust
all is one

under sun under moon
even stones wither to nothing

what is there to be gained
what then is gain or loss

so why worry
about not finishing

i prefer to perambulate
where now do we find ourselves?