ON THIS NIGHT

On this night
he walks silently
into her dream uninvited,
but she is used
to the incursions.
On other nights it
is she who sidles
up to him in the depths
of dreaming, each
slipping away
ahead of dawn.
On rare nights each
enters the dreams
of the other, paths
crossing at
the synaptic border.
On those nights
she looks for him,
he for her, each
grows fearful
the he or she
will be trapped,
alone, when dawn
arrives and the body
gently wakes, she
or he wandering lost
in a familiar
alien reality.

First published in The DIllydoun Review, Issue 1, December 2020 (Current Online Issue – the dillydoun review)

WALKING AMONG SAND AND PEBBLES: SHASEKI-SHU

CUP OF TEA             沙石集  一

 When the cup is half full
what more can be added?
In the garden, the moon
can exist in a full cup
or one only half full.

It is the empty cup
that can hold
entire universes,
infinite in capacity.

 

FINDING A DIAMOND                  沙石集  二

 There are endless paths
on which to walk
yet we find one
and remain on it
even when it
becomes rocky  and rutted.

We do not see the road
nor those who cross it
watching only our feet.
It is only when we step
off of the cliff
that our feet are free
to walk other paths,
perhaps in the footsteps
of old Gudo.