No Self

To each beautiful being
who has passed to me via thought, word or deed
the notion of 'spiritual slurry'
in images far more graphic and
in tones far less tentative,
to you

I bow down.

To the naive sense within that for a moment
believed
that choice
really
mattered,
to her

I bow down.

To all the ways in which moment by moment
I fail
to reflect and convey and return
the sheer beauty
of the world
that I am graced to be a part of,
to this

I bow down.