NO MORE LONGING
Yesterday I sat beside
a pristine mountain lake
where sky and pines and water
lost their names in the Seeing,
where listening became
a single bird-song, wind-song,
water-lapping song of joy.
Today, there’s no more longing,
no more pain inside the heart;
the devotee has disappeared
into the scent of Now,
and space has blown desire
from its latest hiding place
into the peace of being where I am.
