I open my eyes. The world spreads as a field
flowered in swirling green light and shadow.
I close my eyes. The sunlit world
darkens in the cool of moonless night.

I open my eyes.  On still water
a lotus flower slowly opens.
I close my eyes. Lotus petals
curl, fold and drift down and down.

I open my eyes. A small bird
wanders from branch to branch.
I close my eyes. All the birds
fly away to forests hidden and deep.

I open my eyes. Storm clouds and thunder
flash with lightning and rain.
I close my eyes. A sound like a bee
drifts slowly away, flower to flower.

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Portland, Oregon – July 25, 2020

“Maya is the world of that rippling pond…the fractured, sparkling image of reality that is no reality but only its broken surface.”  (Myths of Light – Eastern Metaphors of the Eternal.  Joseph Campbell.  New World Library, p. 48)
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