Saturday, April 15, 2006

Haru San, true body of Spring



Cherry blossoms and river, in the night
Waterfall
Your true body
Veil and flesh
at once

As I dive
Within
You pass through me
Without the knowledge of it

Wild water
In the throat of a mad monk
Dead wood cracking under my feet
In the mount covered with temples

I come to you
But in fact
space drops
And time burns its
minute fibers

Undressed
Everything taken off

You

This light

1 Comments:

Blogger anu said...

:-) now i dont have any more words so i'm looking into the oxford dictionary

10:59 AM  

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