The Past Life of the Clouds, are the, Waves

From the Erosions of, the Nightmare Karmas

The Nirvana of Thought, with the Waves from

The Bitter Seas, Raging, Rushing, Eroding on

Seemingly, Dressed, in that, Blue Shawl, Wrapped This Shore of Love in

Take Me in, Between the Skies & the Seas

I’m the Wave, Seeking, that Bay to Give My Self to

Where Do I Come?  A Cloud Reflected

Unwilling, to Depart

The Past Life of the Waves is Rain

Toward the Evenings, the Dark Clouds Gathered Up

Passed Me by, Leaving No Shadows Behind

The Crabs Directed the Flow of the Ebbs & Flows of Tides, Lightly

finding, that inner, peace, like so…

Written Down the Sanskrit on the Sandy Beaches

The Chants of Buddha, Silent

Came Down with the Tears

Washing Clean Nothing, the Belongings of Waves

I was Originally, a Cloud

The Bowl of Tea or Soup in the Palms Yesterday

Silently, the Colors of Sunset, Floated, Atop of the Tea & Soup

And this, is how, you’d become, one with, the universe, becoming one with nature, by sitting on top of that rock by the shores, and, just, hear the sounds of the waves, eroding…