A zen master said
’ There are ten thousand
things called delusion’
I don’t know about that,
maybe there are more.
But how many know the way?
Once, when it seemed
that no green earth remained.
You appeared, a vision of
a great travelling revolution.
And wasted no thought,
to open everything skyward.
Showing me the way,
to new raindrops of love.
A Wandering Poet 