3 Ginko Leaves, Midosuji St. Osaka, 12.3.05

I will not
say my name above
the whisper of these cars
softly rolling across these
streets covered of gold.
Why? I ask
too.



. . .


What
difference does all this
subtle difference make? Within
the habitual lie of repetition
resides the seed of sight, always
bursting open beyond
the clouds.



. . .


Every step, blessed by the
gold underfoot, the
carpet of this softest shine.

Believe
in the
sublime.