you asked me

you asked me
to write
you a poem
here it is
enjoy it
while it
lasts

atman is brahman

Breathe, in and out
Moving pictures
You and I
And them
And us
And the artist known as God

Atman
Is Brahman
No one, nothing else

It is a far poorer paradigm –
We feel we are separate

A newer idea –
We press into each other
Even at a distance
Feel the breeze
Connect us at a molecular level
Deeper
No deeper
We schism to rejoin
Again and again
It hurts
And then
Brilliance

fresh cut lotus

Fresh cut
Lotus, bamboo
In water
Peace
Over
Peace
Prayer banners
Discreet footfall
In snow
I am climbing
With these flowers and stems
In hand
To place
At your feet
At the top
At mountain’s peak
We still share
Silence
The true
Blood of Christ
Silence
The wingfall
Of a dove
At rest
In a maelstrom