Rushing to a reading
of the nondual dharma
Water drips slowly
from the folds of my umbrella
Jomyo laughs so hard he cries
Rushing to a reading
of the nondual dharma
Water drips slowly
from the folds of my umbrella
Jomyo laughs so hard he cries
Ten yen too few
for the sunlight that bows
with me at the feet
of Dainichi Nyorai
eyes creaking open all these years
Murky spring warmth
sneaks out from winter’s long seams
the end at its source.
Turning slowly at a stop light
a dump truck’s blue mixing barrel
Pyracantha sprays
lean out over dusty earth
and dissolve in ocean waves
A thousand berries bursting
in unpopped eternity
Dragon king’s daughter
gives a jewel to the Buddha,
Awakened at that
on the chair beside me thud
a trumpet flower fallen
Past the present,
a damp night’s air
spills unseen into a vase
of flowers cut fresh
night’s shadows further deepen
as shades intensify to weaken.
Blistered purple petals
are never to be betrayed
by gravity’s fidelity