Did the powerful waves erode the rocks to make this little bay ?
Or did the land itself entrap the sea ?
Listen to the forest music ! Trees
Without the wind are silent
And wind without resistance
Makes no sound.
The splendid sun himself
Cannot, unaided, form one little rainbow.
And those best-loved, enchanted hours
Of dawn and twilight
Could never be,
Without the tender, lingering, sensuous play –
The joyful, free embrace of night and day.
Subject and object die
Our liberated one consciousness
Together, we embrace the world.
Accepting and accepted
We are at once most creative and most at peace.
3rd/4th April 1968