Life, as I find it.
A sky, hung with stars
and a thousand poems.
Arid streets, the only life –
petals on a wet river bank.
I’m off to the stars soon,
there is no confusion.
Zen Life Poem # 21
Life, as I find it.
A sky, hung with stars
and a thousand poems.
Arid streets, the only life –
petals on a wet river bank.
I’m off to the stars soon,
there is no confusion.
A Wandering Poet 