The One Taste - Inspired by Ken Wilber

Ascending to the height,

and depth and breadth of all creation

Man rises out of sight

Of earthly inspiration

And the ethereal

Denies the corporeal.

Correction.

Descending from on high

Man turns back his weary eye

On all the spirit would deny

And weeps for the abandoned flesh. 

Deflection

Bouncing from one

To the other

Will never be the way to mesh.

Ascending and descending

One process.

Correction and deflection

Create only division.

Nuclear fission.

Fusion

Is the way

To unity

And one hand clapping.

Fickle Spring

Spring is a smiling maid one day.

Gentle and warm she scatters fragrance

And dressed in sprigs of May

bends sensuously her merry dance.

She will not stay,

But loves to reappear disguised.

She sheds the garb of youth and play,

and shudders in a cloak of ice.

Coquette

She teases.

Chameleon of changing hue.

Wind blowing from the north

Transposed by whispered breezes.

How can we believe in you?

Trillium

The trillium bursts boldly in the woods today

Tomorrow already faded away.

Life announces itself that way

Such a short time does the restless traveler stay.