Tundra Mudra I
read the green histories of lichen on rock, Alphabets
of peaks that eons revise, Cushion
of daisies on which the sky rests, Pillow of stone on which lightning
sits. There
is the tantra of mesas On
which She the earth walks–– Her
feet made of clover & silk phacelia, Pelvis of sparrows, asters & truth. Flowering
yarrow, shepherd in black Wandering
the ground of common emptiness, Love
is a cairn across the wind-swept tundra Guiding
the spirit where there is no trail. La Garita Wilderness 18 July 1998 [Published in Quien Sabe Mountain: Poems 1998-2004. © 2004 by Jim Cohn.] |
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