Monday, April 10, 2006

An Yo Ji, a statue at the gate
Saints and sinners
Are but flashes of lightening
Watch them
coming and going
In you

Chew a bit of sky
And drink this bird song
Wrap yourself in forests and cities
Enjoy the company of children and nice women
Walk the walk
No footsteps to be seen
Pass, wander, vanish
Into every single one
You pass away


Blogger Johnny Newt said...

Wonderful poems, Pierre. Love the laughing priest, and the fading Jizo. laughing at us coming and going silly little clouds and rain.
fading into stone and tree, where are you little clouds!
Many thanks for moments shared.

10:25 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Yes, Johnny. Fading into each other.


3:36 AM  

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