True Nature

Still, silent fallen snow Snowmelt Sparkling droplets collecting in dancing streams Gathering to a river Cascading over a cliff, the waterfall Churning in a pond at the bottom Surging again down, whitewater Finding the plain, fanning outward Deep, still lake Lake and waterfall Which is more wet? How much must a lake try to be still to be more wet? How much must a waterfall move to be more wet? How long must the waterfall try to sit still to discover its nature? Where shall the lake go to find its true wetness? What is the nonsense of “more wet”? Like this, I am wet...

Phoenix Nest

Here, in this soft shell, Love makes a moving nest. Travels many roads Desert, mountain, ocean, wood One embrace. Each foray, each encounter, Wild wings beat this heart. Explores home In the eyes of the world Gliding gentle friend’s breeze Soaring mentors’ clear skies Battered by falsehood’s storms Hidden behind fantasy’s clouds Yet resting in its own heart Tenderness Takes wing into the sun, Into the mouth of the dragon Again and again Burning Burning away the false Burning away the nest Burns away the flame itself And the radiant phoenix Incorrigible,...