The Suchness Pond, in January

moss on stone, pebbles for water
the thin Winter light, seeding just enough
to keep the stillness moving

the sun is cold among periwinkles
long arms of driftwood, stretching out
towards the Infinite

the bamboo rustle in the January wind
the sharp cawing of crows
of old Japan, or England


Posted: Tue 17 Nov, 2009