A crest of moon ,
a steady boat
sailing across.
A distant light of a star
reaching to tell
of a force that travelled,
and reached right here with no distraction
to deter or stray;
only an eye that occurs here
and a mind that infers an origin
of a lamp that burns
in a primordial cave.
Beyond, I do not know.

Myriads of visions arise and go;
Walking even as I fall and rise,
trying to breathe even as I die,
even as I grasp, letting go;
Looking at the moon, I recall the sun,
in the rise of the wave,
I already begin
to sense the fall of the ebbing wave.

And in the crash of the wave, I see the arising
once again,
surmounting the dissipation of the tide,
The heron will watch and one day spread the wing,
the wings have the wisdom and the call of the sea.
2 Aug. 2015.
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    Michael Cannon
    Oh, wow! +Sushama Karnik​. I really don't know what else to say. Just amazing
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    +Michael Cannon Your recount of that memory of giant terror ride forced me to go back to Sogyal Rinpoche's 'The Tibetan Book Of Living And Dying' and while reading a part of it my mind drifted off to...what shall I say...another dimension , and I wrote this.
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    Michael Cannon
    A perfectly ridden wave on the flow of consciousness...
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    Sushama Karnik
    Yes, somewhat, something of that kind...
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    Dear +Sushama Karnik​. That's what makes it so excellent. On par with the Tree.
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    Very beautiful!!
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    Thank you +Darlene Walsh I am glad that you liked it, my dear friend
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    +Sushama Karnik your very welcome...it's awesome!
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