~~ 1 ~~
potter’s field at dusk
weed husks rattle in the wind—
sound of passing spring
~~ 2 ~~
Did the Buddha laugh
as he lost himself in bliss
underneath the tree?
~~ 3 ~~
old men aspiring
to make one last pilgrimage—
voice of the donkey
~~ 4 ~~
From beneath a tree
Buddha rises with the sun—
sparrows call his name.
~~ 5 ~~
For personal use
you need one small point of light
to pierce the darkness.
~~ 6 ~~
too many late nights—
insatiable appetite
for silence and wine
~~ 7 ~~
Why is the prophet
flaunting flamboyant blue robes
this day of mourning?
~~ 8 ~~
in Jethro’s garden
jumbled among the roses
jewelweed in bloom
~~ 9 ~~
The potato fields
never disclose their secrets
to the corn and beans.
~~ 10 ~~
seductive side roads—
a major irritation
on the long journey
~~ 11 ~~
garlands of flowers
to signal weary pilgrims
that they have arrived
~~ 12 ~~
Easily they tire,
those who have no stamina,
on the narrow way.
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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