Lost Streams of Love

I come back to this place
To watch the illusion of separation
Dissolve in lush gorges walking
at the edge
Of steep ridges on stone ledges.
Worlds moving behind me
Beginning in an ending
Of streams rushing below.
A body once unmoved
In suffering moves
Redemption loathes the mind
Intruding,
Depressed hopes still element
Of time’s altered reasoning.
On windy bluffs and rocky outcrops
Sunshine glimmers
Through summer leaves emptying
Gizzard trails and raven spears run
Along the canyon rim of centuries old
Hemlock trees.
You feel the earth’s appetite
Swallow whole the objects
Of obsession, coming to know
In solidarity with other
Living beings transcends the veil
In waterfalls love heard revered.