Happiness Is Like a Golden Shawl

The pebbled beach on which we walked at dawn The sun was dancing singing stone to stone The sea was pale as silk and gently ran The tide was coming in, the day began Why is my memory so deficient here? I remember little but you near I remember Portland Bill at dusk The sea was wilder then with many thrusts Happiness was like a golden shawl A world like Eden, man before the Fall Today they say, illusion, I say, no What matters is where this insight makes you go The fruits of meditation are its test May we be generous, may our souls be blessed