Dharma Flashback

I can hear the past all around me

though my present is here.

Songs of old

with words still true

float gently past me.

I latch on to that which I know,

remembering those days—

The Surface is Everything.

It won’t come back, ever.

It’s gone for good,

even the memories in my head

are faded

and tattered.

Amazing to think

how blind I was—

never knowing where I was going.

Now I’ve arrived here,

still saintly in my own way.

I inhale deeply,

hoping for one more chance

to begin again.