Pursuit of the Quiet Mind

Gazing into the night, you are
within the shooting star;
at the end of the midnight rainbow.

Climbing the highest tree, I see
you in the greenest, dying leaf.
But you disappear from me;

vanishing upon waves of wind.

Adrift a field of sunflowers, I find you.
Successfully capturing the self,
we soar beyond clouds inside ocean tides.