A LAMBENT THING BEYOND

A LAMBENT THING BEYOND


When the valley wakes up on Trillium Trail,
the Sarnath lessons will be the hushed song
of the sunrise breeze: these are blossoms
from the other side where the creek turns
blue and the rivers calm: always, always,
in the maze of imprecise feelings, our mudra
shall shape the passion all lovers put to use
when love is beyond saying, beyond ecstasy.

When we wake up to find a harbour of sails,
we must all go their way, touch them to know
that what we have is not our own, nor yet
the place where we shall be but shall not be.
Beyond longing, beyond desire, we will all
wake up to where we are not. Where love is.


—Albert B. Casuga
Mississauga, Ont. 03-05-11

These images "prompted"  the "found" poem.

…three arms extended/in a mudra of grace…/the white flag of a tail/…is the only lambent thing./ May all beings awake.---Dave Bonta, "White Trillium", Via Negativa, 03-04-11 (http://www.vianegativa.us/)