I.
Once again I am settled into wind, sunlight
summer carrying me across
something so big
that my mind closes
and all of the stars
are squinting in the
half closed eyes
of the Stone Buddha.
II.
I can no longer distinguish
between the light outside
and that which illuminates my
imaginary eye -
Am I me
where is here
why can't I stop?
The wind pushes the bell
and my smile returns...
III
Giving up all
brings a tear
but in letting go
I become something new
a strange creature
with new streets and alleys
to explore.
Crying,
life lingers outside
the room
and passes silently away.
