The earth turns and turns
On the water today,
Mountains roll, streams fill,
Hills pass
In patchwork and in shadows.
Centuries lapse
This crystal morning spent
When Neptune's silent.
The thoughts curl and curl
On the granite mounds
That surround the cove in stillness,
Distilling for eons
While the green heart of sea refines
The blue true
Expression, always off, continuously blent
When Neptune's silent.
Reflections of the rock
Mirror the surface
In fragments and flickerings.
The work of kindness
Still inhibits the pureness of mind
Concluding.
It could be still, complete in a moment
When Neptune's silent.
