This body -- a pollen-filled skin bag
slowly heating its way toward a
swamp-like fever dream.
Had I not already thrown off body-mind,
I would be burning in a fire of misery.
Instead, these eyes gaze out at trembling leaves
shimmering diamond-like in the breeze --
the realm of ten thousand shades of green
offering up the only medicine I need.
(c) 2017 / Saizan / Pure Land Poetry
Learn more about Roy Mattson's album, IN THE WIND, at Bandcamp.