always the dancer, we seek
among the turtle-reeds
for the one and true immutable path.
here is peace in the copper;
a cursive emanation of calming action,
of a love like serving tea
or making bread; a love that gives itself away.

remember yourself not as judge, but as an awe-struck lover of now
curious for the magic of all the movement, patient
and kind, freely giving what you get.