Meta Metta, To the Rocks and the Hills

As are the hills to the sky,
As is the sky to the world,
As is the world to the sun,
As is the sun to the night,
As is the night to to the night,
As is the night to nothing.
I'm sorry, Gary Snyder,

I do savor your crickets'
Soft autumn hum, slowing down
As each night's temperature falls,
And I get your perspective,
But you know the trick gathers
Strength with each iteration,
And wisdom leads to darkness.