Everything is cause
for anything,
and one with its effect. ...
With each step a fresh wind rises
and I walk alone through the pink sky,
every direction home,
every path the way.
~
Mazie Lane
I’m flying towards night with
black crows through golden skies.
Mother’s singing,...
the high mountain sighs.
A heart left behind – tears feeding
earth for the love of the moon.
Listen to this mountain cry,
let yourself down.
Rest a while longer on the
breast of this tear-filled world,
heave your sighs to the skies –
we are not of this time,
nor the next.
The Buddha has fallen, yet
in the dark, a lone bird note still
manifests his wondrous power,
and the breeze, the many
scattering leaves, his
perfect art.
~ Mazie Lane
