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มีนาคม ๒๕๓๒ Periodical Reflections Autumnal morn, The vague Scotch mist, That swathed the Temple's dyke, Driven out by day's first warmth. Poised still, Mirror still again, unbroken surface, Firm amidst the lotus float, perching. But now at depth, Submerged beneath, Its floating pad, the careful crane reflects the primal light. The bird sees prey. Slender legged and slender bill, Pure radiant plumes, Portend a brighter heir, To cool dawn's rival. Hop and splash, Again, the fishtail's flash is quickly gone. A bright rain of silver drops, Caught now, Cleft and dark inside, The leafpad's hollow cup. Gross waves broadcast, Betray a moment's fish-brained lapse. At first just warmth, But now the new day penetrates. Those droplets haloed bright, Glistening purely in the light. Clawed foot steps. The water rolls to motion. Pad bouyant still, But slope uptipped, Clinging crystal tears, Purer now, reflect the sun. Melting, healing, soothing brilliance There is no more clinging. The spell is broken. Running deep in lotus veins, The clear water is freed, Flowing forth as tiny rivulets of joy. Entering into and unified with the brightest pool, All separation quenched. Kalyanamitra.org Dhammakāya D W ก A Regular Column by Nicholas C. Woods กัลยาณมิตร ๔๘