Late
Arriving late
At thirty-eight
Never before he went
To the Orient
Not asking why
Just feeling alive
Now I’m here
My vision’s clear
Words and rhyme
Time out of time
Ancient future
Splendid now
Chanting songs
Of things gone wrong
A Buddhist could
Be misunderstood
Dragons red
Fly overhead
Gardens green
So serene
Paths that cross
Create the meaning
The pain of loss
Is a new beginning
To lose is illusion
For nothing we own
“it’s mine”, a delusion
The seeds we have sown
Live in the present
Let go of the past
Dream of tomorrow
Until it comes here at last
At thirty-eight
Never before he went
To the Orient
Not asking why
Just feeling alive
Now I’m here
My vision’s clear
Words and rhyme
Time out of time
Ancient future
Splendid now
Chanting songs
Of things gone wrong
A Buddhist could
Be misunderstood
Dragons red
Fly overhead
Gardens green
So serene
Paths that cross
Create the meaning
The pain of loss
Is a new beginning
To lose is illusion
For nothing we own
“it’s mine”, a delusion
The seeds we have sown
Live in the present
Let go of the past
Dream of tomorrow
Until it comes here at last
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