Those who are willing to be vulnerable
Those who are willing to be
vulnerable move among the
mysteries.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Make me, O Lord, at last, a simple thing
Time cannot overwhelm.
Once I transcended time
A bud broke to a rose.
And I rose from a last diminishing.
. . And everything comes to One
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.