we're lost where the mind can't find usutterly lost
~ Ikkyu
don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now
it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?
Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night,I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.
I can see clouds a thousand miles away, hear ancient music in the pines.
Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.
clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there
born born everything is always bornthinking about it try not to
