Joy in a handful of dust

It is subversive

to feel

so happy

at the prospect

of years of hard, frustrating, thankless work

and the Pure Land Dharma

When Amitabha Buddha

dances loudly

in my heart

I have to write poetry

And I want to shave my head.

The sweet humility

of the monk

offering incense

in the early morning.

Big snake

sensuous black coils

Why did he have to smash you

with a brick

spilling your fragile pink entrails

in the road?

One day

will you,



this man's head?

1 comment:

Ben Le said...

there are simply too many experiences to even begin to write about, but thank you for sharing those that make the eyes go wide in amazement, and all the others too