9 april 2012
Silent Prayers
The hand comes out of the
rubble to throw
the musky odor
of a cross-legged
monk
under the ginkgo tree.
An apparition comes
outside the body of a fan-shaped snake;
ignites the wolf.
We were hungry, we were thirsty.
Untwining we went into the cave
for a snowgod.
Tossing the coins
in the water tank;
tying the thread onto a
ficus tree,
the weeping shepherd said-
I want nothing.
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