Awakening [a buddhist love poem]
A gentle
warm rain
falls outside
the open window
from the altar
blue gray incense
smoke ascends
and a candle
flame
dances
making every-
thing quieter
Out there
on the horison
a faint light
blossoms
purple
while a lone
dragonfly
drinks dew
from prayers
inscribed on
the temple
bell
Awakened
you and I
face to face
like Buddha
and
the moring
star
that first
smile
of the first
moment
of the first
day of this
reborn
world


