Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.
~ Swami Vivekananda
these are great trees
to walk below, temple breeze
on our back
at the edge of dusk
past dew into the greenest moss
we keep it clean
past the gate
into the great-dream
without expectation
we witness beauty
in forever new ways
wandering mountain monks
who have forgotten everything
but the candle and the meditation
the temple tree path
where we follow orange footsteps
into the sea, sequence of sunsets
autumn’s embrace of crystal ripples
on the lake that doesn’t move
ready for the white moon
to shine incandescent above everything
nothing can waver, time cannot bend
to our little will, not willing to return
we leave the world behind
to…
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