Dewdrop World

This dewdrop world

Is but a dewdrop world

. . . and yet?

                         - Isso

Rose secrets arise from the inside out.

                                                             

                
Shadows pose behind and beyond; shapes and curtains flow. 

A harmony of upside down and turn around in traces, then hearts unfurl.

What self-conversation stumbles among the shapes that reveal a secret core?

To peer, without haste and permit the eyes and nose to investigate. 

The hands and body bend to each shrine of nature.  

What musicality trails the leaves.  A taste of tart and surprise entreats.

. . . and yet?

Awake in the wild of impermanence, the temple

draws an adventurer.

What do I know of secrets I don't understand?

Like dew, a phantom or the flare of sunset gone.  With hope revisited.

and  yet . . . to awaken and arrive again at dawn.