The Bodhisattva Sun

If you meet me then on a cloudy day,

Perhaps you’ll get the sun to see,

That which lurked through winter nights,

That the faintest stars could be set free

Perhaps, you knew, though it matters not

What matters are the clouds that roam,

In a different world, a nimbus me

Sails the skies and calls it home

Perhaps, some things are best when left on their own

They help to change the worlds around,

If not the seas, the winds and vales

At least the songs, their words and sound

If the sun's rhymes don’t float at dawn,

Fret not - there’s plenty more of the writing quills,

Cherry blossoms when the spring sets in,

Rhododendron blooms in the winter hills…

4th September, 2021