Friday, January 22, 2010

unless you got lost on purpose


"Unless you got lost on purpose

You would never get this far." Ryokan


orchids heavy, hung

with dew, edge heaven’s sorrow

closed, the low gate mute


from sung mountain rain once fell

as soft as silken petals


beneath the wine star

storms the twilit hermit's songs:

muscle, marrow soar


swallows willowing heavens

as close as Japanese skies