Four Poems from Reaching Heights Before the Sangha Before the sangha, Buddha sits, holds a lotus readiness is all ripening blackberries yield with ease to seeking fingers Mud Holds Fast Mud holds fast her toes lotus reaches upward in the sun wet wings dry yellow moth flies Heights Clouds encircle the mountain axis of our valley world like Ganesh orbiting his mother on mouse-back or my head fly-surrounded as I sit in the garden— flickering cloud shapes misting the heights from clear sight Opalescent Sky Opalescent sky, lake, and misted trees as morning coalesces I swim jeweled waters in breath and body
Poets Victoria Crawford and George R. Ross became writing partners meeting in Thailand while retired. Their poems are so closely written by two hands that who can tell who wrote which line or word was written by whom. Some of their joint work has been published in Braided Way, Cold Noon, Active Muse, and others. George lives in Boston currently with family while Victoria still calls Chiang Mai home.
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