freight sacks flung along tracks await |
but has not come yet
another trip around the square
returns to the source
another Moonscape
gives rise to the dawn
awakened from slumber the trail pulls the beads along
we the Mala become the song
follow walking mantra
we the beads restrung then gone
again cast to storms
again scattered
then home
but close your eyes for a moment
and you are back
in what feels like the dream
now found the stage awaits
no spotlight to guide the way
step forward and claim the day
sift the slumber
the dream fades
today is what is left in the palm
what use is time if not linear
a bucket full of minutes spilled
cannot be saved
a flower cannot rejoin the branch
but beauty there is in a bunch
filling the vessel is its own task
to experience
time to go
time to wait a moment
catch a breath
be inside while the rest
goes without
now is the moment
the dream pulls off the mask of disbelief
reality was hiding all along
but the path remains the same
aeryk