Clarke Warren

For Cathy, Great Eastern Sun Dancer Cresting the rim of this close Eastern hill, A vast fresh horizon appears alit with Golden Sun Like the wind You have headed straight that way! “And before the sky there are no fences facing…” You are always razor sharp With a giant heart Pierced with prajna and bodhicitta. What could be more enduring? What could be more endearing? What could be more captivating? A single prayer flag dancing in a stiff breeze, from this central tree… a final wave from this world… goodbye! It was a good day to die! Because you yourself are so good Beneath the open sky! Break loose your tether, take your victory round! Expand out from this arbor of form and sound to that widest circle, by love bound After all, you met face-to-face the Sun, and are now now meeting him again, Be at your ease, perpetual friend! “Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves”… “Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you.” Go well sister, Ah Ho Mahasukha! Ki Ki So So Mitakuya Oyasin! Love always, Clarke Warren
Previous article Ann Dancer
Next article
Walter hitchhiked from Philly to Boulder in 1974. He seems confused about what happened after that.