Rose
petals fall on the lake
Universe
melting
One
person gives up something
For
someone else
The
sun is setting
The sun is rising
Through
the ages, all the sages
Tap-dancing,
fingers snapping, banjos plunking
Not
so mellow saint fingering his prayer beads
Other
hand in the jam
Circle
of mantras around my neck
White
clouds wreathe Music Mountain
Twenty-seven
Buddha’s in the chrysanthemums
The
pictures of God are alive
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