Foothills for shoes, clear blue sky for a cap,
crisp empty air my cloak, honeyed sunlight
the shine my smile makes on wet grass –
who can say I lack for anything?
With gratitude my constant garland,
new birds’ nests my shoulder epaulets,
rapturous scent of lilacs and lavender
perfuming my heart-strewn path –
what do I have to protect or defend?
Clustered snug in mossy shallows,
filmy egg sacs ripe with tadpoles
incubate a destiny of dream-like worlds
afloat beyond the ken of frogs or men.
I just might laze around this magic pond all day!
With this heart a bursting bubble of joy,
what need for artifice have I?
Red dragonflies swoop low to play,
winged buddhas humming sermons
that words just can’t convey.
I hum along, we sing ourselves,
there is no disagreement.
through diamond fields
of emerging starlight at dusk,
I span the celestial playgrounds –
one seamless smile widening
into the heart of fathomless space,
echo of thunder before going under,
all fear dissolving, laughter erupting,
“Alive, alive” I say!
There I’ll sway by the light of the moon,
arms hugging my sides for some warmth,
my unreasonable laughter echoing through
rock canyons like a flock of partying peacocks,
drunk and destined for a sober-less night of love.