Closer Than You Think

When the songbird sings at dawn,

before the sound of wings lifting

into the first flight of day,

flawless lines

delivered to the poets ears,

fall as rain falls,

while lifting like restless waves 

riding over waiting shores.

Refusing a future without guarantee,

wanting certainty, no other can give

or a safety net that will not free,

is the one waiting for a song

without ears to hear,

or searching for a heart dream

with a thousand rays
alight within.

A thousand poems shine,
Buddha's golden speech..

A thousand waves rise and fall

on endless shores..

A thousand thought streams

rising and falling,

Buddha's

luminous body.

~Chandali 2015