Monday, 5 October 2015

Of Old Buddha And Other Tales

A map of old routes
Veins of desire across earth skin
Crossings and re crossing -
Shadow and light.

The long cry of the crow
Lingers in valley mist –

Autumn born in dew fall 

Next to old Buddha himself
A flagon of cider –
Resting quiet
Reading Ryōkan

My fingers tracing a blind path
Seeing through feel alone
Cleaving to new old ways
Each day landscape to be rediscovered -
Deep woodland depths

& the sun's high arc.

The old field barn
Tin roof rusted to red earth tints
Folds itself into autumnal hills -
Awed by the gape of time
Looking over the fields
We watched the heavens turn
As the sun swallowed the moon.

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