True color, mokuran
Right in the midst of this beautiful life, bumpy and vast, a poem to express what a priest can do, nothing but a few stitches and yet and yet...
As the needle goes
through the field of mokuran
birds songs
traffic sounds
even the distant train
even
your sweet face clouded with suffering
all of them
all are sewn
into mokuren
true color
As the needle goes
through the field of mokuran
birds songs
traffic sounds
even the distant train
even
your sweet face clouded with suffering
all of them
all are sewn
into mokuren
true color
posted by Taigu at 1:11 AM
2 Comments:
Great! Three Colours: Red, White and Blue ... remember those movies? I think White is the truest. Gassho, with thanks for these useless and precious teachings.
as the needle goes
through piercing red
it
brings
forth
bird sounds
and
deeper
rain
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