Sunday, April 30, 2017

"A hard cold rain a forest of wind
late at night the lotus drips
who knows the dream that entrances the world
is simply the luminous prajna mind" – Han-shan Te-ch'ing







The lotus is kindred but not home here
we hear it singing droplets of rain
strum its pointed petals in Indonesia
I can taste the perfumed lilacs sag

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