In shadows of dhyana and wild geese
raining sensuality into the cup’s hollow
ponding in the porcelain womb.
with a scent of Zen and green tea
and scriptured silence exhailing
swallowing the noise
like a Buddha stone smoothed
by sutras and time with a confession
…but will the moon regonize my face
crossing over in the shallows
in shadows of dhyana and wild geese
finding my faith in the stillness









Such a serene, meditative piece. The imagery settles like calm water.
Thank you my friend, I was having a moment and then…