"kannon" poems
The winds have died, but flowers go on falling;
birds call, but silence penetrates each song.
The Mystery! Unknowable, unlearnable.
The virtue of Kannon.
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here in the twilight zendo
things are not what they seem
once false move can send you
plummeting through the thin ice
here in this frozen landscape
three monks in rags
feet bound with straw
are crossing over
we must be vigilant at all times
there are fissures that are perilous
I drop a stone into a bottomless well
a ruined house leaks moonlight
all signs read no way out
there are shackles of every form and no form
on the frozen dune
we climb to see no one
I stare at a black tile
and see the ten thousand arms of Kannon
we walk the thin ice
with great trepidation
we are nearly over
to the other shore
when I hear a crack
in the ice
here in this twilight zendo
no sound
no river
no ice
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC