Lions Mane

How we take refuge

To hide or be seen

Alone in the dark

Or awake in a dream

Although I was baptized

The water felt dead

And I just an infant

No words could be said

Many years later

Siddhartha came bearing

The song of the Buddha

So close within hearing

Offering refuge as

Part of a fold

A man with a story of

Faith to be told

But dogma is dogma

And words on a page

Repeated ad nauseam

Baffles a sage

The forest now offers

The refuge I seek

The sun shine is love

And the song birds all teach

The essence that guides me

Embody inspire

The refuge of nature

Away from the mire ~

(edited post)