Bonn Cemetery: Alter Friedhof

When meditating in a place where
The ambiance and subtlest nuance
Separate sense from awareness, floating
In leaden air, heavy with knowing
Landing inside of being, lightest of trances
Dances of light inside eyelid’s stare

Like this cemetery here, City-Surrounded
Bounded in two dimensions, free in three
Compass points meet bricks, sky and earth
Boundlessly dig in the air, swim in the dirt
Yet dimension four, time’s endless door, see
It growing moss over stones, gravely astounded

Unbounded within four walls, soil and sky
The heart knows at least two things well:
Our unlimited capacity to care-for
And our boundless sense of grateful-for
Two illimitable senses that tell
Of our infinite capacity for love, you and I