“a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning…”
~ The Diamond Sutra
By candlelight,
the dented cup
is burnished.
As darkness falls,
garden stones gleam
like polished granite.
The river’s surface: rows
of whipped foam, faces
open to the wind.
“a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning…”
~ The Diamond Sutra
By candlelight,
the dented cup
is burnished.
As darkness falls,
garden stones gleam
like polished granite.
The river’s surface: rows
of whipped foam, faces
open to the wind.
Wonderful, Luisa.