March 20th, 2020

Temple or Tree? 

As the evening progressed, the raindrops stopped falling. 

The sun had settled over the west ridge. 

Birds passed overhead silhouetted against the sky. 

I could hear their song of joy. 

As I looked up, I could see cotton shapes of gray clouds; 

they were juxtaposed against streaks of pink and white clouds which revealed the weaning, cresset moonlit sky.   

The cottage and garden moved ever so slowly through the haze that lingered against the edge of the mountain.  

Beyond the cluster of trees, I felt sure that the earth ended. 

I thought I could see a temple on the ridge.  
The slopping of the ancient roof corner pierced the fog cutting the way into the night that would soon cover the flowering daffodil blossoms scattered throughout the edge of the earth. 

Later, as I lay sleeping in the cozy, warm cottage, I was comforted by knowing the same ancient corner would find me safely to the light. 

Temple or tree? 

What made me think of you in Bali?  

My dear, come to my paradise and hear the music that I hear.  

The music I hear is because of you.