In the heart of black forest primevil silence reigns
only the sound of rain drops prevails
If I could be the moss beneath
the Buddha’s feet
that day under
the Bodhi tree
he
escaped samsara…
Like a butterfly or honey bee
asleep in a pumpkin flower
they go about their business
and we know ours to find that path
of light; a vision quest in the darkest night
a spirit guide arrives to show us the way to light.
Don’t go looking for love, you must let it find you
open your heart and mind to the universe be silent
the tallest redwood tree in the forest has never said one word