Samsara

Samsara

July 2, 2014

Ant on hill carries

Weight of a hundred workers

As the season flies

Grasshoppers by me rejoice

For all storage is now full

 

A bird weighs its prey

Swooping from the highest bough

To catch the green prize

Summer alternates the catch

All is hunter, all is game

 

A baby dove pecks

Its beak deep in grass

As the cat watches

The mockingbird in me laughs

A shrill note to myself stored

 

Liquid raw fusion

Red pink blue purple yellow

Particle renewed

I am core, I am atom

A new being to fathom

 

A shadow across

Lifts my gaze to a new deal

Samsara exchange

Your price is surely not mine

So exchange me not for thine