5 Cherry Leaves, Tanimachi St, Osaka 11.28.05

There is
fire and there
are us; two forms
of the longing for
the thusness each
gives rise to
and embodies.

Why cry for
being
lost?



. . .


I would
take your head
into my hands and whisper
being into your
eyes. But that
would simply
be
repeating this.



. . .


No size
to give
all our love
to except
this now
here.



. . .


May all
being lost in
this illusion of
separation, ignite
the seed of calm
within the heart
that beats
through
each.



. . .


Nowhere.
In the spirit
of loss that
saturates all that
falls, I drop self
and all breezes of
desire into the
tug of emptiness'
gravity. I step
out of this
corpse.
Free.