the unstruck sound

do you ask the measure of a life?
better to breathe the warm sun
and count the grains of sand
that hold the sea

~

into the high desert one night
and contemplate the stars
or to a pond of sweet water
in the moonlight and listen
in silence to creation …
to the vibration
of the unstruck sound of the heart

~

taught in a deep dream
to be disciple of the dust
the invisible yoga that
makes of life a constant offering

~

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