12-05-2012, 11:47 AM
A “single path” in a mind’s yellow wood,
A path made of ageless Taoist stones
That cut a swath to the sea.
Marked by a dolphin’s mystical ascent
Or an aureole’s fire in the tropical dusk
Of the sounds of kids behind a rich man’s walls
Possessing the Eden you once possessed,
The one you lost in the park that day
When your namesake surfaced in the void.
A “single path” in a wood that never ends---
A path where the worlds disseminate light,
A strikingly lonely path through the clouds
To a peak experience of union with oneself
Where the tension of salvation suddenly abates,
The sudden awareness that yes, once again
It comes into the world, that yes, once again
In Koto-in’s bamboo forests, it has come!
A path made of ageless Taoist stones
That cut a swath to the sea.
Marked by a dolphin’s mystical ascent
Or an aureole’s fire in the tropical dusk
Of the sounds of kids behind a rich man’s walls
Possessing the Eden you once possessed,
The one you lost in the park that day
When your namesake surfaced in the void.
A “single path” in a wood that never ends---
A path where the worlds disseminate light,
A strikingly lonely path through the clouds
To a peak experience of union with oneself
Where the tension of salvation suddenly abates,
The sudden awareness that yes, once again
It comes into the world, that yes, once again
In Koto-in’s bamboo forests, it has come!