Lotus Seed Poem 22

It is enough to stand alone
among trees after rain.

One may merge then
Into the alchemy of silence
That sustains the world.

Desire, these bones
The wandering mind
the migrations of the great herds
All rise from mineral imaginings
Spun into the wild order of things.

It is enough
to breathe the clarified air
and what is not yet revealed
is kept for another season.