Beauty’s dizzying tease disarms me.
Tiny alpine strawberries.
Tourmaline-blue expanse of sea.
Garden snail’s iridescent trail.
Such essence buoys my physique
and I grow small
in a special Zen space.
Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.
The tender pink
shelter of my apple murex
seashell on the maple-wood bookshelf.
Replicated jewels, orchids in a glass bowl.
The calligraphy of mad hermits
illuminates our wind-torn tears.
Dangling my fishhook
beside this lazy green creek,
thinking of WangWei loafing in a red boat.
Gorgeous lapis peacocks
fan their fabulous tails in Sanskrit.
Absorbing the luscious,
we blossom toward the miraculous.