For Sodo san the beggar

For Sodo Yokoyama

Thin

dreamy

body

you sat in this Kyoto park

noisy kids playing

not too far

young lovers

hardly

holdings hands

you

no matter what

and why

nor minding neither wishing

your

thin blue lips

blew

leaves

music and simple tunes

hopping

from tree to tree

ear to ear

moment

to

moment

no traces left

any hope gone

gone beyong the beyond

beyond realization and delusion

self and others

East and West

beyond

doing

sitting Zen

in rags

begging the sky and chewing a mouthful of clouds

green tea was nice too

in the company of a visitor

no matter what

and why

thin

leaves

in

a

bowl