for Thomas
watches stay at home, when pressing on
to find the sterling being, residing in the one
silken blouses, pants that need extra care
are left by the riverside, when immersion
finds one needing less, to float
more easily; grace descends
the point of entry, never leaving
light rises at the thought of nothing
breathing wonder wakes the forest
squirrels sent scurrying
shakti meets with shiva
at the river of realization
rocking out the river
dreams peal easily off the micaed granite
sitting upon flat blue river stone
oak leaves fall on their own
travel both up stream
and down to mountain's source
magic paints peppermint sticks rubbing
the cooling effervescence melding
with the sharp contrasts shown in light:
knowing who to carry and who to leave,
knowing when to tarry and when to travel
we bid fair adieu to a life always leaving,
in order to embrace a life looming
as high as a starling sings
and as long as a oak tree bears leaves
Kate Lamberg
11/8/11
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