Run then and now Zen

Listen it must be a day to miss

Now

Once we are there we are fine

Once we are fine

Once we are there

Mystics in the business

of life

Life in the color

of blue

Where will it all Lead

Talk?

Talk

Summer boats on a placid sprawl

Skies of darkest candy

- mixes of sounds

in the open winds

of time

and love

for no one

Green grass flies on time

with grass to listen

- deep stream,

stirring the spirit

of belief,

the spirit

of us all

Colors dance happily on the tide

where seashells open to view the day.

Stars sit heavily so they cast the dice

to offer a note of consolation.

Code the life

the stream code

the spirit of the color

the spirit of us all

Dear one who hears the sights

of sound

and voice in one accord.

Ignore them

Copy them

Love them

Dance them

What is there to do

when it is

spirit of sky?

What is there to live

when it is

color of time?

Now

Once we are there we are fine

Once we are fine

Once we are there

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© mick yates march 1999