O Wave God who broke through me today

Burning Island:

Who wavers right now in the bamboo:   

   a half-gone waning moon.

                  drank down a bowlful of shochu   

                           in praise of Antares

                  gazing far up the lanes of Sagittarius

                           richest stream of our sky—

   a cup to the center of the galaxy!   

                  and let the eyes stray

   right-angling the pitch of the Milky Way:   

                  horse-heads   rings

                  clouds      too distant to be

                  slide free.

                              on the crest of the wave.

Each night

O Earth Mother

   I have wrappt my hand

   over the jut of your cobra-hood

                               sleeping;   

   left my ear

All night long by your mouth.

O   All

Gods   tides   capes   currents   

Flows and spirals of

      pool and powers—

As we hoe the field

   let sweet potato grow.

And as sit us all down when we may   

To consider the Dharma

   bring with a flower and a glimmer.   

Let us all sleep in peace    together.

Bless Masa and me as we marry   

   at new moon         on the crater   

This summer.

Gary Snyder.