Ah, the very notion, illumination

As if you phone light

In the middle of the Nevada night

Out on the playa

Deciding on the next mantra

As the prior vibration

Grew increasingly tiresome

Like a wind chime

Placed a patio in happy times

That still reminds us of a certain someone

A Buddhist bell in the breeze

Echoing across the centuries

What was here before me

Looking out over the bay & the peninsula

Seeing the mass of the sacred mountain

Hiding the Pacific from view

Except through the gate

When the fog lifts

And the scene erupts

A glint of gold shimmers above the sea

As the sun sets in perfect harmony

With our given place

In this universe of time & consciousness

Which becomes even more enlightening

Than the permutations

Of all the philosophers

Our bodies yield

To the delight of the senses

As the world cycles forward

We are shown backward

To see the source of our circumstance

And in the past we see the temporary nature

Of our seemingly modern culture