I take in the view from your star window;
a field of dreams, of bamboo and blackberry,
cloth floating through the breeze in the rolling meadow.
I walk through the field to the next room;
Trees of pear, apple, plum and persimmon
morning dew awakening my feet as I glide,
humming a tune, expansive in my being.
A family of strangers greet me as I enter;
endless bounty, generosity, child-like ease,
"come in as you are", a rare feeling of knowing.
Soon the sweet bitterness of coffee finds my tongue,
bird calling for you, you approaching me,
and an embrace, a touch of my back, awakens me to begin.
