Under the crescent reflective moon
An eastern cryptic lore
The alabaster slopes
Sit on the sun set shores...
On its flank my ship goes inward
My energy drawn down the ravine
From my decent off the mountains
My paradise lost in a dream...
An inlet to the vesica pisces
Found under a Tibetan sacred tree
A generational spot to port
Center in a sacred place to sea...
Through a gateway to the holy city
There sits two symmetrical planes
From separation to oneness
The female water it contains...
An observer to the observed
Her flower of life in a tree
Is overlapping in spheres
My sail spread on her ocean breeze...
I now wash in the moon shine lake
My soul journeys the silver river
Slow motion of her hand to come
As her heart now draws me in her...