Parading

One should live one’s life as an acolyte walking into the temple,

“My dancing days are over,” they’d both sigh

how it never stops, world after world,

So far the days keep coming.

a spectacle of light you cannot fathom

window onto the hidden place and the other time

I made a pinhole camera to demonstrate proportion,

Pin your ear to the wisdom post

Is all that we see or seem

Pulled down from their branches, the hours