I meditate
For the one who is
And for the one who is not
I bring a prayer to both
For the one who offers peace
And for the one where lays the ache
In the calm time of rising
I offer to carry their moments
As I imagine a tiller would plant his corn
There on my shoulders
Their vessels are balanced
On the knotted pole that gently rocks
We are together in absence
After many aggregates of time
On journeys now to where quietness sways
I leave this place
This space of the morning
Take my meditation, out into the day
I have hope to dream again
Come the breakthrough of light
Between this day and the day after tomorrow
