The crunch of footsteps
joins birds and crickets in song.
Workers head for home.
Workers head for home
and along the mountain road
vehicles roar by.
Vehicles roar by
the store owners sit and watch.
A single bird flies.
The fan's gentle whir
speaks volumes of poetry.
This heart is breaking.
This heart is breaking
in time with the evening's song.
The whole world is here.
The whole world is here
in the curtain's dancing to
the fan's gentle whir.
Lego bullet train
with animals riding on top
The young boy is engrossed.
September 27, 2012
The babbling babble
of travelers and TVs:
Buddha's very robe.
September 28, 2012
Such fragile dewdrops
we all are...
Oh such weariness!
While waiting to board the plane
Two hearts await me.
Two hearts await me
with arms outstretched in welcome.
Meanwhile, this long line.
A hand closes - look!
A fist! A closed fist opens
Look! An open hand!
The ocean dances
and waves rush to meet the shore
Gassho! Bodhi Svaha!
City lights below
make up Buddha's very robe
Countless small stitches.
Such a fleeting thing,
this pretty flight attendant
passing through the aisle.
Passing through the aisle
with pearls in her ears, she smiles.
Such a fleeting thing.
Such a fleeting thing,
like the shining dew at dawn,
with her dazzling smile.
September 29, 2012
My drooping eyelids
carry the weight of the world -
Stuffy-nosed dharma.
September 30, 2012
Sunday afternoon
is gray clouds, neighbors talking,
lying on the floor.
Lying on the floor,
cool tile under thin mattress,
the neighbors' laughter.
The neighbors' laughter
comes floating in, becoming
Sunday afternoon.
Just this, here and now
the fan drying my sweat:
this is my refuge.
This is my refuge:
the cold tiles under my skin
the blue sky outside.
The blue sky outside
is my very mind being
just this, here and now.
October 1, 2012
This heart is breaking
in the quiet evening air.
The stillness, it speaks.
The stillness, it speaks
of moon and stars and dark sky,
of the night's embrace.
October 2, 2012
Tiredness pervades
every inch of the dark night.
It will be dawn soon.
It will be dawn soon
the rooster says, and the mosque
chants in agreement.
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