Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow
even today I am still arriving
Call Me by My True Names, Thich Nhat Hahn
ABOVE THE RIVER, BELOW THE SKY
by
Jamie Dedes
We sat here some million years ago
on this hilltop below the sky.
Nudging one another,
questioning grandmother moon.
We sustained our bodies on sweet cumulus,
and sparked our spirits with starlight.
It’s many æons now since you left
to stand a tree on a tropic isle.
I have flitted there and back again,
finding our quirky queries still sage.
The golden moon is yet our intimate.
The wisdom today is the old wisdom:
no blame below boundless sky
nor above this resounding river.
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Photo credit ~ Peter Griffin, Public Domain Pictures.net.
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