Folded Wings I

The mind can soar with little
help.   Drink with your eyes
to the bottom of the chalice
where lies the creation.  Let
your heart taste of the unknown
in the shadow of sparkling leaves
and the purity of nothingness .
The rays pierce the imagination
and bring to the fingertips
the dust dry but flesh. Think
on the self for it is there
molded by hands gentle

Celebrate the generations
fleeting flush of youth
worn with wisdom.  The lotus
blossomed taking dayspring
into acceptance, suffering only
in seasonal remembrance
Check the knowledge
folded wings wherewith we fly
and give praise where necessary

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