I watched the ripples, as I drifted away

the lake was deep, on this golden day

Lured by reflection, in this tranquil deep

I

Looming mists of fog
descend upon the trees.
The water sits like glass;
exempt from all the fees

of nature; like the butterfly,
who's

Enamored with the hexagonal criss cross of the inner pagoda
My safety in shapes
I hear the song of the billions, their harmony

By The Lake

I sit thinking of all sorts of things

having alittle quiet time to meditate.

Loving the solitude of listening

Who can ponder
the thoughts that have been gathered
where countless minds have wondered
by the lake?