Sunday, January 12, 2014


Twirling, dynamic and playful twirling of the Wheel
Toying with a flower of Vulture Peak
Buddha turns and twirls reality as is
From the most distant galaxy
To the very color of your eyes.
Twisted twirling vines
Treasure trail to tramp
One, two, three, four
Flowers don't make Spring
Spring cannot be painted
But risen
But in being
It soaks the bones with
Subtle fragrance
It cannot
Even be seen
Whirling away
As ourselves


Blogger Myozan Kodo said...

Thank you for this ever new flower.

1:16 AM  
Blogger Lucy Whitehead said...


2:26 AM  

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