Pleasure has its own gong,

Becoming sings a song.

Death is never neat,

Zest is very sweet.

Earth is full of green,

Dreaming is unseen.


Mystery has an attitude,

Life is not a platitude.

Laughter races forward,

Living’s never borrowed.

Wind transforms the realm,

Vigour grasps the helm.


Ignorance has no mercy,

Reality is a sea.

Reflection is transparent,

Vitality’s a torrent.

Fire opens the future,

Creating needs some nurture.


Justice loves a square dance

Aspiring wears no pants.

Pain sears a harsh brand,

Being holds my hand.

Water quenches thirst,

Spirit’s rarely first.