The mountains, the seas
the sun and the moon,
nothing changes so it seems,
except everything changes
now and forever, even
the air that I breathe.

From this vantage many view points,
I can live this day, day by day
until my mountains are struck,
torn down and ravaged my emotions run
out and out further until
I am new again.

The Lion has done his work, destruction
and endings and entrails lie everywhere,
all roots trace back into nothingness
of meaning and source, of endless life’s
lived in disinterest and dead senses,
doomed to repeat.

Still emergence and appearance even
silence is all, the widest and broadest
view no contrast is too thick or too thin,
and then out of the silence comes a song,
a playful melody from long before
sung by a dancing child, unencumbered and free.

The child plays and creates,
building castles made of sand,
dancing and falling the child builds anew
until memory comes full circle and I
know I’ve been here before,
dancing in the eternal return of the same.