one but a moment's breath above the other
in the higher i am already a healer
a teacher and in touch with the ancestors
that dimension is peaceful
its rhythm can be found in the waves on the water
ever manifesting earth-heartbeat in infinite shapes
each moment's manifestation unique
its name is compassion
-----
in the other i work
ceaselessly for the esteem with which to exist
and i am but a dreamer or worse
overwhelmed by the complexities of mammon
a worm sometimes mighty
himself polarized between so much exercise
and near-idle ineptitude
while imagining the place beyond
a butterfly-dreaming cocoon
-----
the first door is called passion
and i have crashed myself upon it
until both shoulders have become battered
yet not without the satisfaction
of the well-spent youth of a running back
with a taste for invading the lords' castles
the second i call beauty
though nameless and infinite
it arises in the quiet
of a hard-won discipline
a rational mind calmed to stillness
and incessantly reminded
it need not track every rabbit
for the evening's meal
and that as the spaciousness of calm
arises with the breath
so does the wolf's passion
descend
-----
to my friend Ken
now transformed
may these tears further you on the journey
with all this love you unassumingly gifted
thank you for not only the rich flowing content
some thirty years a witness for peace
along with an otter's playfulness
in the river that was your life
but also for a spiritual mentorship
around the transformational nature of things
whose depths i wasn't fully cognizant of
until now
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