Learn

Learn from the moth
on a thistle.
If you compare this moment
to any other now,
if you compare this presence
to any other place,
you turn your world to ashes,
your wings of amazement
to dust.
What arises dissolves
in immaculate beauty,
incomparably timeless,
a shaft of summer sunlight
stabbing the peony's heart,
then a raindrop
to heal the wound.