Tuesday, October 8, 2024



YOUR BOOK OF WONDER

  

Reindeer Lichen, Bunchberry Dogwood;

Fog blurs the Hemlock canopy.

Three trails converge Nowhere,

When the Wheel of Attachment ceases.

 

What Granite boulder of Dhamma

Posed for the photograph on the cover

Of your paperback Buddhist essays,

O Bhikkhu Nyanasobhana?

 

The seasons circle through the senses

Without beginning, without end;

My campfires smolder to ashes,

While the Arhats’ footsteps leave no trace.

 

Solomon’s Seal, Gall of The Earth;

Snares of the Bowl-and-Doily spider

Woven in Red Spruce saplings;

Silver mists on Pemetic Mountains...

 


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