On Dharma Skis
Last night’s dreams forgotten,
Standing on the mountain
of my morning meditation,
every day, I launch myself
skillfully over the snows of loving
One robin, one tree,
One rose bush, one starling,
One bee—which me
Is me?
“I’m One,” said one Universe,
to another,
“What are you?”
The other Universe replied:
“I’m One, too.”