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ONE CABBAGE

One cabbage brings me caring from you.
Shall I eat it? or
Shall I put it on the shelf in my heart?
It turns into a butterfly;
It flies towards you
Let it live with you.

HUDSON

Sunday afternoon
in a park in Manhattan

Gray sky
milk white mist

you're sipping coffee,
complaining in the dignity of silence
that I think about something else, not you, when we are together
but I miss you when I 'm alone

I swim in your eyes of loneliness;
you send a boat when my breathing falters

I fly out of it as a pigeon
cooing around you

It soars into the sky
as the mist disappears

You stand up silently and
become a statue
staring at the Hudson

It pecks at a tear in his eyes and
flies back to the sky.

MEDITATION

Buddha and Jesus go to a picnic

Buddha eats sushi and drinks tea
Jesus has some bread and wine

The wind blows the grass, flowers and Jesus' hair
The sunlight reflects Buddha's bald head

Very silent
Sometimes smiling

A CHICKEN CROSSES THE ROAD

A chicken crosses the road to get to the other side
He forget he is a chicken
He might be something else.

A chicken crosses the road to get to the other side
Hereupon, he flies away into the blue sky
like the wind.

INDIAN SUMMER

I sit down on the bench
I observe the world.
It seems as before;
It seems that it has been weathered away
by wind, rain, and light.
The sequence of time is so unnoticeable that
it is somehow unearthly.

I sit down on the bench
I observe the world.
It seems that it is a stone statue.
Until, I feel
I am weathering away
as part of the world
in the light of Indian Summer.

THE SUN AND A DESERT

In an immense desert
primitive creatures
wiggle around
on the sullen ground.
Utter a sometime cry
and sleep in a cradle of sand.

Nothing more is ever seen of them.

Live and sleep in chaos
hereafter as ever

The wind streams and leaves trails
between them.

They sigh out with torpor.