Invocation

In silence older than the sun the desert holds me like a lover
needing little, offering nothing but peace– A voice in the wilderness,
“There is no lasting happiness

Samsara, Samsara.”

Darkness older than silence, older than the coyote howl
hunting song of the owl
bat wing flick, mule deer kick

To move and breathe not knowing so simple a truth is to live in darkness
The horns of the crescent moon caught in the fires of heaven
tangled in endless night, the sun

gone out–

It was here all along as I wandered between waking and dreaming
bewildered ghost unaware of a star’s death, the truth of stars flaring up
smoldering out as I watch–

And if suns die, there is an end to desire, all the lovers
through these old arms opening like lotus leaves
beautifully, slowly, suffering joy and pain

Samsara–

There is no lasting happiness– Oh Wonder, Beautiful One, give peace
Give truth like the sun, a way in a wild dry land.

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