Saturday, June 11, 2016

I have become two doors opening
nearly touching

a farmer and a  monk
lie asleep within my heart.

t e r r a q u e o u s

abandoned small desires
anko filled sweets
a chocolate
biscuits and
144 games
bhikku says as you seek they burn
as fire can earth, and water

Friday, June 3, 2016

water centuries (for the Shimogamo)

lapping cerasite

a green separation

Tadasu no Mori
a forest too old to walk alone



with these I make the rivers

Kamo and Takano