You’ve never been alone,though you may think so,
otherwise, cicadas would not sing,
and myriad creatures in summer would not stir.
Every life is your life,
every song is your song,
each speck of dust under your feet is your kinsman,
mountains and seas beyond find their ways into your veins,
stars thousands of light years away produce echoes in your dreams.
Your smiles are camellias in blossom
Your body movement is an extension of the primal dance.
Wherever you go, I’ll find you.
Through the Sea of Light
threading the pathless land with my eyes close,
I’ll see you face to face in the pavilion.
July 1, 2013