Being grows in earth
and the water of the womb
where heaven pools
its special nourishment.
Body, once born,
is a lone, flying crane
resisting with an energy
of singular intention.
But mind must live
in the world’s garden
among a few bright blooms
of insight, many thorns
of righteousness,
gnarled roots of rage.
The body’s path is straight,
narrow, its promise certain.
But mind must choose
at each which path to take.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
Being grows in earth
and the water of the womb
where heaven pools
its special nourishment.
Body, once born,
is a lone, flying crane
resisting with an energy
of singular intention.
But mind must live
in the world’s garden
among a few bright blooms
of insight, many thorns
of righteousness,
gnarled roots of rage.
The body’s path is straight,
narrow, its promise certain.
But mind must choose
at each which path to take.