A carpet written out of your
Scripture
Unfolding itself
From your feet to the horizon
A grain of sand ignorant of scripture
Rolls around
Rolls toward
Sudden enlightenment
On the horizon
Sure enough
Out rolls
A setting sun
But my Buddha, on
What page of scripture is this?
Only the two words “you” and “I”
Remain between heaven and earth
The setting sun and I
Face to face
Equal in height
Between us sits a vast
Emptiness
Flight, for which it’s better not to fly
Motion, for which it’s better not to move
Ah, camel thorn and pebbles
That silent
Setting sun on the point of melting away
Is me
Sidling between you two
To experience the desolation that has been frozen
Into a cold line of scripture |