In Meditation
Voices of my past
Bring another hint
Of a related self
Close to this self
Part of this self
This self in a space
Free from the boundaries
Of linear timeThat Art Thou
As the lilly pad exhales slowly
He is the space
Between the breath
That gently ruffles the waterSong for Buddha
How warm you were today
Penetrating my image
Like honey, pouring on a hot July morn
How subtly my senses had been stirred
As you playfully set my internal time
Flowing to your own
