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,
snake,
smash
this man's head?
1 comment:
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
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