I turn around in the surf
and look back into the world
On the border, children are playing
Behind the dunes, a crane is turning
amid plans blowing
through streets full of traffic
of willy-nilly
results, and underground
the sewer drains the emotions
The children are shouting rain
their showers splash me and smash
bubbles out of the water
There's foam floating
around my calves
but I can't feel it
can't grab it, it disappears
in my hands as if it doesn't exist
and is merely imagination
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
I turn around in the surf
and look back into the world
On the border, children are playing
Behind the dunes, a crane is turning
amid plans blowing
through streets full of traffic
of willy-nilly
results, and underground
the sewer drains the emotions
The children are shouting rain
their showers splash me and smash
bubbles out of the water
There's foam floating
around my calves
but I can't feel it
can't grab it, it disappears
in my hands as if it doesn't exist
and is merely imagination
Buddha's foam speech (Phena Sutta, SN 22:95)
Collection "I am"
