September SpringPosted: September 17, 2012
The bee diligently works to pollinate,
The crow effortlessly glides through the still air,
Man adventures tempting fate and tasting life,
But there is harmony in the action so that pleasure becomes it.
Existence is the movement not part of it.
Perception is revelation and not just a kind of it.
Everything is one on this September spring,
Life is whole and complete is my being.
Thought in its movement stops –
When you realise life is not yours or mine,
It is neither the crow’s nor the bee’s,
It’s one, constant and orderly in its rhythm,
It is just life and not a system.
© Heath Muchena, 2012