Birdsing mellow, behind clearvision
of windtrees dancing joyous
me breathing, glowing, staring eyesfixed holy at:
bluewater marching beachward
birdsfly, high higher - floating
Oh - now see! racerclouds melting in bluesky
swiftfade to change as never again
Then earthen I seek, greeeeeeeeen! pray the sunsingers
knowing nothing, lowly beauty of beasts - just being
Yet, somehow, we upwards mount - all eyes can see That!
we shine from in, to radiate blisswaves on, to world of form
Coming and going people, already perfect in unfinished splendor
while all along, ramblings tumble from these plastic word boxes
making folly of my jawloose wonder
JMJ/1985. Published in Moods and Mysteries, Volume 3 (Poetry Press, Pittsburg, TX, 1986).