Slips of willow wander in whimsical traces on surface waters, tendrils of sea grass sliding on pyramidical glass. In a rotational sway they are the bhuddist teachers-- a peacful gyrating property of eight sacred infinities. Tickled fish bellies rise like rainbowed moons, stars of silver scale cascading spherical droplets of cyrstal dew. And the wind is the conductor of a satirical stoic symphony, for willows are eternally sliding like wings on a breeze, water on green leaves, kisses over loverÕs sandalwood cheeks, stormy ochre earth finally, finally rooted free.
Enjoyed this one mucho… the vivid imagery put the setting in my head and the peaceful calm it carried was welcome. my favorite stanza… beautiful
