Lone shore of inevitability
Where waves of possibility break,
Here dream to reality make.
The ribbons of doubt and faith,
That I am, Tied in a bow of hope.
Nothing is fatal in the land of
Four seasons. No cure unknown
To the Eye of Compassion.
Doubt beckons to roam, where mind
Knows no home: The city under endless siege.
It is never lonely in the Faith cave.
Is a most beautiful
Flower of Love.
To begin again is to learn that joy remains.
No more false starts.
With gratitude to the smile of my Master.