Stately stone mountain's pride,
steep granite peak, seat of vultures,
single lush tree uniquely shaped by winds,
stand atop like a mysterious symbol,
big, round, purple sun, in poetic candor,
like enlightenment, rises behind it;
a sight words can't contain.
Far far down,
in the middle of the grappling green,
the blue jewel, a lake in meditation,
hidden in the thickets, hanging down
in to the water plane, cunning eyes
in hundreds, of black-spotted wild alligators.
A doe and her fawn,
stand at the edge of the lake, driven by thirst,
her both ears perked up listening,
before stepping in to the water to see,
if everything is in order.
Nature, mother kindness
stand guard to all her children,
non interfering,
what now will happen
depends upon laws
governed by karma,
decided by the action that triggered
the sequence, long back
and not easy to discern.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
Stately stone mountain's pride,
steep granite peak, seat of vultures,
single lush tree uniquely shaped by winds,
stand atop like a mysterious symbol,
big, round, purple sun, in poetic candor,
like enlightenment, rises behind it;
a sight words can't contain.
Far far down,
in the middle of the grappling green,
the blue jewel, a lake in meditation,
hidden in the thickets, hanging down
in to the water plane, cunning eyes
in hundreds, of black-spotted wild alligators.
A doe and her fawn,
stand at the edge of the lake, driven by thirst,
her both ears perked up listening,
before stepping in to the water to see,
if everything is in order.
Nature, mother kindness
stand guard to all her children,
non interfering,
what now will happen
depends upon laws
governed by karma,
decided by the action that triggered
the sequence, long back
and not easy to discern.
*Remembering the venue of Buddha's sermon"Lotus sutra"---
unity of all things and beings unmanifested beyond existence or non existence, unbound by time and space.Lotus sutra says all beings have the potential to awaken to their true nature and attain buddhahood.
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