In the Circle

In the Circle of Zen

Where Good sees Evil

And nods it’s head

Balance is found

Within the within

In the Circle of Zen

The Circle of Zen

In the highest

Himalayan Rock Garden

Where the Ice meets the Salt

Love is found

And redeemed

By the passing hand of a Big Bellied Wayfarer

Balance is equaled by beams of tranquility

Peaking out from below the peaks

Of Glacier topped Waffle Cone shaped dreams

Oooooohhhhhh can’t you see

In the vastness of equality

That baby

I was meant to be in you

And you

You were meant to fill me