1) This morning
all I can see when I drift,
is paper in trees. 2) Breath rises and falls,
swirling ash settles and
go past clever words . 3) Soft echoes and time
travel like a ringing bell
in this life, this life. 4) In this life,
we all are ripe with
suffering 5) Pine-cones fall.
Burning trees open
seeds of memory.
1) “Go past clever words” is a reference to Hakuin’s Chant in Praise of Zazen