"Light always returns although it may hide / Each dawn each dusk is still a sweet surprise / The coming and the going make the ride"
At the Brink of Time
The light of the sun is rearranging Reality by shadow every day From furthest point of east to furthest west Day for night and night for day exchanging Those exchanges the moments I love best
The world keeps turning I keep moving on The lotus unfolding before my eyes Led by the light I celebrate the sun Embrace the skies to trace its set and rise When day is best just ended just begun
When light has just arrived or has just gone The world seems more alive as we all spin There on the threshold at the brink of time Light manifests most lucid most sublime Where life and death as day and night begin
Sometimes I wonder who I am and why I find myself revolving on this ball What to do how to live and how to die And then there are those times I realize I rather wish I were not here at all
But I look to the horizon and sigh When light has just arrived or has just gone No matter what the reason I am here The world keeps turning I keep moving on The lotus unfolding before my eyes
So I hold on and look to dusk and dawn It seems the trick is not to yield to fear Light always returns although it may hide Each dawn each dusk is still a sweet surprise The coming and the going make the ride
Bardo consciousness is thus. There is a depth of soul within your spinning sphere that I admire and respect. I wrote a poem titled UKIAH HILLS that's in my Den here -- you might enjoy some resonance there.