The wind that is gently caresses your face.
Once, touched mine, and felt so divine,
Flowing from one shore to another with grace.

Nature’s healing power towers upon the shore.
Life’s breath flows inward and outward.
Scores of waves, sooth pores and sores.

Beginnings; naturally, have an ending.
Even, within fairy tales fantasies and fables,
if we are not pretending or misapprehending.

Lessons ascend, gradually opening doors.
Mending mind’s full of metaphors.
While mentors send ripples upon a stream.

Stirring space and sky.
Clouds appear than disappear.
As we purify, glorify and fly high.

Discovering our one flavor.
Returning to our Buddha nature.
Aspiring to love all of our neighbors.