To My Lost Guru

by Roy K Austin
(Dorset England)

TO MY LOST GURU
(Sage philosopher Alan Watts)


Is that your blackbird note
with nothing right or wrong,
save only simple joy
that gestures with a song ?

Is this your summer space
to flutter by and close
in butterfly of lace
on buddleia and rose ?

This questioning of life
the winnowing from chaff,
when in the twilight arbour
the echoes of your laugh;

are those your mottled shades
where Passiflora run -
her foil of crowns, that bleed
into the dying sun?

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