The Wolf Moon

The Wolf Moon,
Casts silver daggers,
That pierce the night.
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The Folly Of Wisdom

 

The glamour of corruption,

The conceit of men,

The folly of wisdom.

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The Dark

Afraid of the winter dark

The ghost in the window

Was your own reflection

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The Dragonfly Hunter

How far to-day in chase, I wonder,

Has gone my hunter of the dragon-fly?

A reinterpretation of a Haiku by Chiyojo (1703-1775)

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Storm in a Tea Cup

I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
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I SLAY THE BUDDHA
I SLAY THE BUDDHA
I SLAY THE BUDDHA
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
CREATES A BUDDHA
IS IT YOU - OR ME
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I REMEMBER YOUR HAND
SHAKING
THE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP
TREMBLED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
REVEALS THE BUDDHA
NONE CAN SEE
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I REMEMBER YOUR SMILE
FRAGILE
YOUR JUDAS LIPS WERE
KISSED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
SLAYS THE BUDDHA
IN YOU AND ME
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I REMEMBER YOUR LIES
SUBTLE
THE SLIGHT OF HAND
CONCEALED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
BETRAYS THE BUDDHA
IN YOU AND ME
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I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
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YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
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