The maple leaf no longer fools me
the power of the robin to deceive is gone
the mask on the face of the Pleiades
has been stripped away, and all nature
now stands revealed as One.
No longer does the flower seem as she
bends to her daunting purpose; what she
is is what she will become – and was
no more does her appearance mystify
as if separated from the common One.
The great well of monastic silence deepens
and its waters descend like pebbles falling
through clear water - making no sound
ever down - beyond the frontiers of sense
to rest at last in the eternal sacred One.