Wild Flowers Imagine the Rain
his journey,
a young man asks
how he should live.
A wise man replies,
live life the dream
not as dreamer,
but the dreamed.
Then he dies,
and from
the mountain
his spirit departs.
Comes the wind,
the rain, the snow,
the granite�s
ancient lust for stars.
Sings yearning
like an arrow
on its pathway
to the heart.
Upon the slope,
sunlight�s riddle
of sweetly
marrowed bones.
A field ripens
down below,
abundant grain
for empty palms.
February 6, 2006
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