Lost in the Wind

Ohhhh poetry of perception,

How you interdependently sing,

from the intercourse of gust and ear,

Comes contact,

Penetrating stillness,

Juicy and alive you arise,

Birthing cosmic jazz,

Only to die in pregnant silence,

In between,

Kissing a mist that can't be touched,

A moment to never be heard again,

Upaya composes,

Not here,

Nor there,

But lost in the wind,

The citta finally finds an abode.