Meditating, on that rock, by the oceans, finding that calm…translated…
The Past Life of the Clouds, are the, Waves
From the Erosions of, the Nightmare Karmas
The Nirvana of Thought, with the Waves from
The Bitter Seas, Raging, Rushing, Eroding on
Seemingly, Dressed, in that, Blue Shawl, Wrapped This Shore of Love in
Take Me in, Between the Skies & the Seas
I’m the Wave, Seeking, that Bay to Give My Self to
Where Do I Come? A Cloud Reflected
Unwilling, to Depart
The Past Life of the Waves is Rain
Toward the Evenings, the Dark Clouds Gathered Up
Passed Me by, Leaving No Shadows Behind
The Crabs Directed the Flow of the Ebbs & Flows of Tides, Lightly
finding, that inner, peace, like so…
Written Down the Sanskrit on the Sandy Beaches
The Chants of Buddha, Silent
Came Down with the Tears
Washing Clean Nothing, the Belongings of Waves
I was Originally, a Cloud
The Bowl of Tea or Soup in the Palms Yesterday
Silently, the Colors of Sunset, Floated, Atop of the Tea & Soup
And this, is how, you’d become, one with, the universe, becoming one with nature, by sitting on top of that rock by the shores, and, just, hear the sounds of the waves, eroding…
Life, the Obstacle Course 