2 Cherry Leaves, Shitennoji Graveyard, Osaka, 11.28.05

What is
color without
the eye to grasp
and the mind to
shape? What is self
if I abandon body and
mind into then and
let the name echo
only here?
NAMU
AMIDA-BUTSU



. . .


With so little light
to capture the dust of this
moment's decay, why else mark
this instant except to carry all
beings into its fire beyond
fire, its ocean beyond
oceanic?