monochrome daylight
beach thunder on the horizon
watermarked skies
at my teacher's feet again
unseen, her sigh is internal
how much, she may be thinking, more will i forgive you...
outside greening comes and goes with the wind of a two-week rain
the moon wanes, vultures plane across the canyon
how much more, she may be thinking, will i give you...
at my teacher's feet
the winter wren, the field mouse, the novice
the roots of trees, the forest, an empty hut
ten fetters, seven factors, five powers, Four Truths
converge in three syllables:
Khamāmi.
marajina samaneri
23 march 2011
aranya bodhi hermitage, california, usa
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