Winds facing one another
... the sand flower buds
far to now mountains, it's shoulders
under tucked, I rest.
Off You Go, Now
What is this that flits, twirls knotted tight
in this chrysalis body of mine
coming from seemed nowhere?
Oh, …the winged butterfly
of a palest blue in numbers hundreds.
Each a showy illusion.
Off you go, now.
No care, to be seen on the river rock grasses
I need to go back
to my cup of tea.
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Notes: Being held back awhile in this school of enlightenment,
Kindergarten starts tomorrow.
Oh, the travels of such things…
You say that I am this or
is it that…?
a delicate bloom of iris?
Maybe the crane, of wistful circles in the high peaks
… what about the wild bamboo grasses? …Rocks, Pine?
Or a Ten-thousand year tortoise,
I am the feathers of a dream that lingers with dew
quenching thirsts in early morn.
I say, to this… it is me, so
All of this is you!
Oh, the travels of All such things.
June 5, 2012
…a high mountain walk in Japan