(A reflection on Verse One)
Confusion sits multiplied, hushed and hopeful, before clarity
Each of us groping through private fog for some salvation
My ears, keen for an insight of my own, grasp at listening
Almost missing the fleeting wordless verity
Embodied lineage of love, the teacher sits unfooled before us
Gazing on a crowd of his kind mothers from former lives
With a smile invites us too to look within and recognize
How sweetly entangled we are, how preciously porous
With heartfelt thanks is launched my noble new deployment
I swear white-flagged allegiance to all beings equally
Until we finally topple as one towering joyful wave
On the inevitable shore of our enlightenment.
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