I have become a peaceful day,
and you, the mist of rushing rivers,
you the wild roses beside the apple
orchards, you the red delicious,
the fledgling lepidopterologist
you, the orangetip sara, the lima
the northwestern white pine, you
the bodisatvva seated below.
the pine drawn in new
aquas and purples upon
the page, you the artist’s eye, the
rock climbers and the rock, the slip,
the fall, the stop and go of civilization
the union of it and is
beyond all comprehension, you
the mundane and meaningless,
the cosmology behind the birds
wings. you, the clouds, the teary eyed
clouds cooling with no emotion
but nature you the ancient carvings
of glaciers upon my face, the mirage
of an isolated oasis, the tigerlily,
blushing with contagious freckles
you the prophecy of sunrise,
the revelation of sunset.
I have become a peaceful day,
and you the infinity within me.
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