Our bodies are but light
and sound ever inter-mingling
with the Other, full colour
I drink sage tea from the garden
Pardon my declination to partake
of the slaking thirst for distraction you stake
as merely means to pass-the-time, TV
Floral glimmer and earthshine simmering
from soil to clear glass
And this heart of old gold and mystic mould
truth be told, it beats
I sit and sip and turn the challenge
ever inward-outward, manage
to see i need heal nothing
for fear that from me they’ll steal
something dear
and oh-so-real
I live the way i live and see
each moment my suspension
in the ocean of maybe-truth.
Lessons here, lessons there
Outreaching hand of Dharma fair
and weathered,
Weathered fair
Ever-posing question –
Do you claim this?
Do you dare?
Ever underneath only Love
to stand and stare
Stare it will
ever onward
ever glowing
ever…just there
– B E L I E V E – B E H O L D – B E H E L D –
Kester Reid 