Adrift in the ocean of samsara.

Whirling sounds of summer.

Cicadas.

Electric sitars in the pines.

People's air conditioners.

All summer, I haven't turned-on mine.

Steam drives the dharma of what's real bone-deep.

Summer - purification.

Autumn - heart-mind clarification.

Winter - Dharma fermentation.

Spring - rejuvenation.

And 'round and 'round we go.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Evenings of Wander / Mesmer / Roy Mattson

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