a memory evening
forgotten in the sunset
burnishes copper kettles
–
holding linen gloves
performing léger de main
with destiny’s child
–
hidden pathways unwind
each nascent moment
ever pregnant pauses
–
judge and jury mind
hears not the birdsong
resenting coming dawns
–
a tear meanders lost
on a forsaken face
quenching desert lilies
–
sandcastle dreams ebb
and flow, with the
incoming tides of life
–
under the arch’s curve
fate shelters a while
as the earth drinks deep
–
raindrops softly caress
verdant carpets drawn
on canvas fields
–
watercolours paint margins
for the Soul to journey
a leather coracle in Dao
–
the profound silence of ponds
hears water boatmen
tickle trout with song
–
the winds play flute
a chimney blows smoke rings
beech logs in the fire
–
cows chanting mantra in sheds
the prayer bell chimes
a farmer brings fresh hay
–
the kestrel hovers hungry
seeing beyond horizons
keen for future dreams
–
the woodcutter’s solitude
cuts axe blade sharp
through logs mundane
–
spiced wine warming
the veins of golden ore
pumped only by heart
–
the acrobat squirrel
crosses the swaying canyon
between century’s pylons
–
semaphore trees
waving long naked fingers
in winter’s winds
–
the point before mind
waits for the ripple of
a passing thought
–
stardust falls silent
for those who wait
no footprints in the snow
–
a match scratches a back
a hint of phosphorous
fire eases the itch of cold
–
moss on the trees
hiding from sunrays
growing only aeon’s beards
–
the wise old yews
cracking knuckles in the breeze
have watched millennia
–
the moorhens plink
pennies in a fountain
wishing for luck at dawn
–
a carrion crow plucks
a hearty breakfast
at the roadside café
–
omniscience counts
each Autumn leaf
the actuary of Souls
–
how does dharma teach
the fiery core of stars
only by feathers in the heart
–
what lies before now
only the present sleeping
waiting for the cockerel
–
what lies after now
only persistent dawns
irradiated with dew
–
what lies in the now
only forever born eternal
in the womb of moment
–
singing songs in the bath
no-one is watching
a child starts to walk
–
as naked as spring
a flower unfolds its flag
saying only welcome
–
the candle shimmers
beacons burn on the hills
eyes glisten with living love
–
an owl hoots in laughter
at man’s busy lives
pondering on their shadows
–
a spider’s web tense
sees the ants commute
yearning for love
–
soft down in chestnut shells
beyond fish hook barbs
cradles possibility
–
red holly berries
write in their font of hope
amidst the thorns
–
wide empty paths
leading to the cosmic causeway
where bamboo bridges flex
–
the Dao bends the reed
to fit the clarinet
and Gabriel’s oboe
–
Dao tunes pianos
in the darkness of night
a quintessence is born
–
a river carves Souls
whilst brooks chuckle softly
over the mossy rocks
–
mayflies tickle the eddies
willows bowing humble
under azure skies
–
scent carries fragrance
of lotus blossom
cherishing tender Sakurai
–
a single petal floats
wafted on pillow dreams
cotton wool soothes with a tincture
–
cutting carrots fine
a sliver of perfection
crisp and juicy with joy
–
sliced ginger pervades
more pungent than any dawn
a newborn deer forages
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