January 29, 2012

  • 41 - Trust

    A collaborative Renga-style piece written with two other people:

    Nutrition-less leaves
    Frosting the bones of winter
    Poets counting fingers

    Violets, saffron, and white,
    Leaves dye our souls in rich color

    Color waits for us
    Sun-drenched, are these new leaves
    Or is this moon new?

    Blinding reflection of ice
    Into the eyes that trust beauty

    They shine like the eve
    Twin stars twinkling upon the deep
    Lovely jewels of night

    Lovely jewels at day break
    Your eyes, the bright morning star

    Cooled horizon warms
    In the lighting soft embers
    Outshining those stars

    Upon the gold beams of dawn
    The south wind bears swallows north

    And they fly, these ongoing
    Good fortunes. I don't mind the
    Brief sting in my finger

    Pain, like sweetness, sharpens senses
    In preparation for spring

    The west wind paints gold
    The valley of forsythia
    I wish they'd linger

    Brush all my cares away, there's not
    A hair's breadth between one breath and the next.

    Always a breath left
    Before a bite, a plunge, a
    Flight of fantasy

    I soar upon wine-red wings,
    Its fragrance yearning for the moon

    And if I can find
    A moment, too late or too soon--
    I don't mind the wine-red moon

    Words fighting the cold taste ready
    For inebriation

    Sake fires my blood
    Rising beads of sweat frozen
    In the autumn wind

    Wasting, wasting, wasted away--
    But we're ok, we're okay--wu wei.