No need to depend on the isolate self undergoing more
contemplation           no need to watch the aging face in the mirror
really, the mirror is just as fogged and obscure
as dawn in the valley.  Today's dawn is
all dawns.  Dew, frost on plants, peaceful hill stones
sometimes leaking a dark heartbeat of ore.
Before you came    it happened like this.
Now      you are a mote of dust dissolved in the light of daybreak
building a stone house    just to more fully
experience the withering of the flesh          experience the aftermath
when the spirit is transformed into a space open on all sides:
the insects, the trees gather here and murmur
discuss welcoming the new arrivals who come bathed in wind
like the mirror welcomes that glittering and radiant face.