Plan wind with eastern ears
it is a great treat to perceive
a little rest within the step
and the great heist of life is foiled
I am now washed
I am telepathy
and words well up
(my life is a gift that cost !000 dollars)

In the wind that fits
that blows the right measure
that stirs, but doesn't disturb,
blows an ease
a door swinging open
the passage to an ardent suitor
who holds my fingers
like the french
whose eyes undress
pleasantness,
you are sometimes bold

Friends, find now in this present moment, what in your own heart glows and goes forth
what there within your own chest holds steady the precious liquid in the cup of love
where the peace of a dove is all you've ever known
in you a sun child is born and says imagine a world, a fearless world,
a kingdom where you are perfectly free
in love there need be no law
In your charge is the great work of winter
to cultivate a silence
a serious and perfect stillness
where the whole earth of you can rest so deep
dissolving in this precious death
the gateway where again you smell the forest floor
you feel the watery chill
and finally, you thaw,you bend, you breathe

the world was whisked so far away
by doings of a lovelorn day
when dreams of innocence and joy
were crushed by clinging
into mists
you love and dream and see the truth
and wake in the stammer
of judas kiss

I was born one day by the garden gate
and flowers later bloomed in that place
so what was I to know of the fleets of ships
that go to and fro
before my time the gist of the world was made
and everyone clung to their own before I came along
therefore I wandered so soon in the cold,past
temples whose glow enchanted without warmth to give
Then I saw that to give is better than to receive,
as it means you are in a position to.
I wondered and pondered and considered and thought
but others pounded shapes in brands of truth
alone I shone in time
with mine I shine
and then I saw that all the story was of my own grand family

The lover,awkward
bold and true
who'll dart and dash away from you
alone you seem to dream the best
but lizards move
in feathered nests
and truth flows in with arctic air
the power comes from sitting still
enthroned on a volcanic hill
to love and be loved
both high and low
set in motion above the story line
and waking naked on a stage
a galaxy that turned a page

I deign to give the time of day
but then I turn my back away
long ago I had a tale to tell
I saw the trouble and stood strangely still
to move I must mourn
all hidden in black veils
to explain is not of as much use as to show
flow river flow
who tends the brook tends the sea
the lioness looks back so pensively
for power paralyzes haste and tears