Dust gently
Settles
On the flat
Surface
Of the thick-green pond.

Blue dragonflies
Yellow jackets
And Red-winged
Blackbirds
Fly slowly in the heavy air.

Small buzzes
And short sharp trills
Occasionally
Ripple
The stillness.

The pond is jade
Shaded by giant oaks
And maples
With fiery-red
Leaves.

Every small motion melts
In the humid heat,
A stilled
Life
That every now and then buzzes or trills back to languid life.

The tranquil motion of color, heat, and shaded light
Fills my regret-filled soul
With the blessings of a Mind
Colorless
Free of any shades of Judgment.

My old body hangs heavy
In the liquid heat
A material
Thing
At one with the thingness of things.