A door, veiled in light,
Unlikely refuge
Where reason wakes.
In there, one makes
Mistakes but, oddly,
Learns from successes
Too --and prefers them.
Dim recesses accept
Things that fit
And limit how lost
They get --and why
And where --which
Is why I often
Find myself in there.
We have only this moment
Sparkling in our sudden
Selves, dissolving as a bit
Of frost to lose in autumn sunshine.
Whether mine or yours to use
Or not, it is enough to
See it do that --run under
Our ringing ears, our fears,
Enduring in distorted years
And yet mind drives, eyes see.
Let us, let me, behave wisely.
Life selects
Certain molecules.
Even in this thought
A trail of atoms,
Disrupted, changes
The past.
I hope the forward
Scope of meditation
Is likewise vast.
