Pond Song 3.68

In our porosity, a seed of agapeic mindfulness germinates, mingling richness and poverty, and paradoxical beyond dialectic. G&B 184

pond still at neap tide__low fog high-flying crows

rusts yellows bronzes greens__cobwebs spangle the beach rose

the lacy pattern trembles__you see what you can’t see

the cormorant has dived__the pond is ripple free