Birth, death,
Calm and stillness,
Movement and change,
Never and now.

Everything flows,
Everything crumbles,
Reassembles itself,
Always, and never the same.

Sitting in the early morning light,
Smell of incense floating in the air.
Wooden Buddha smiles in front of me.

As the bell chimes I open my eyes.
Calm and present, I return the smile.

How real is reality when a green cyclops can surprise us in a busy street?

Raindrops race each other
Down the window pane,
I watch in childish wonder
At the trails they leave behind.

Thoughts come back to here,
Mind comes back to now,
As the sudden roll of thunder
Breaks the morning air.