~ Dharma Moon Rising
Stillaguamish Serenade ©
Ken James McLeod
Splendid is the sound of the river near, mixed with the crackling-pop of the camp fire I built;
with full moon rising golden-bright, salmon in the water splashing this night, a raven passes in flight,
and the stars are up gleaming white. Off in the distance the coyotes begin to howl, what's next,
but the hooting of a lonesome owl. And here by the fire it is that I wait,
thinking that the Dharma is just about right...