"To Never Be Quiet Again"

To never be quiet again i pray
To sing of bones and teeth
And soaring birds
Of change eternal transmuting
The aggregate of we
To newer dreams unthought
Till seen in the moment arisen
Of monkeys contemplating in trees
Of vibrating mind stuff
Incarnate oscillations
Neither existence nor non existence
But the fullness of the inexpressible
The beauty of no shape
No form
No archetype but the make believe
The source of breath
The source of sight
The source of consciousness
Infinite variety bewildering to ignorance
To birth and death continuous
Till birth and death transcended
The exhilarating mystery of motive power
Of Himalayan hillsides
Prayer flags in the wind
Hammer and chisel stone work
Snow
And the virtuous wishes of all
Sentient beings
Amen