For fear of using the wrong word, I find myself
Lipreading the dharma, dripping from the crystalline heart
Teacher of the unspeakable,
Authorised only by compassion
After so long being pregnant.
Clouds touch ground, the sky clears leaving the subtlety of joy obvious.
Orbiting, and nothing stays still.
Stillness is yet another death wish
Spat away from the event horizon of a laughing black hole.
You make it easy to not be overly humble,
Though still I am.
That is the way valleys stand
The word is auspicious,