Green Grass and Beyond

Ground unfolding, 

in front, with each step. 

A break in the cement, 

gives way 

to a patch of green grass.

Soon I  see,

only a patch of green, 

then just a patch 

with no name attached, 

then just 'it'.

Tears stream down,

oh so sweet,

from being one

with 'it', 

with everything.

PS -  Sayádawgyi U Sìlánanda, gave a great talk on this, in Concept and Reality