Pristine Shades Of Being
(written and originally posted at delightedteahouse.com on Aug 8th, 2011)
You think you are groggy
With notions of bodily form
The world has always been
A magic show
Made of sand
In a wind storm
Made of wood
In a blaze
How can you awaken
To what has always been?
You who sport with
Sleeping and waking
Pristine shades of being
The Stream of Life 