this poem is posted along with 'Bodhisatva' -- the connection is obvious. I hope you find something worth your time. k

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Leaves of rust-red exuberance
and white barked trees standing
placid in the mist, tall pines
focusing earth's slant back
toward the enduring sun,
and God murmuring ceaselessly
in all the things He has become . . .

Some one walks slowly among the drifting
petals, the warm breezes, life
scurrying into dark sanctuaries,
the pumping of blood,
the outward look of wonder and fear.

Time is my predator,
but I am no longer here . . .