skipping rocks on lakeside

wet wilderness surrounding melting voices in Song

flat shore rocks nested,

fitting together,

ancient bridges for ants to catch a cool drink

creation munificently adjoins outside, inside,

infinitely stretching its borders

freely admitting each new soul reborn,

another act of offering,

another act of receiving

above, nectar sunset patches quilted sky,

trails of blue clouds witnessing the performance,

ensuring the change is seamless, expansive, inevitable

and silence prevails…

pause…slowly…inhale…exhale…

till another direction stretches out ahead,

till another path fades back into water,

bestowing Life demonstrating Death

then washing it all away once more,

flying wings melting onto walking legs…

as another cycle once more begins

Pine Lake, Minnesota

Sunset, 7/6/73