Open Day



turquoise needles stand out
against the verdant forest
offering their blueness to the sky
dragonflies and houseflies share a kind of lineage
clouds of gnats follow me
their appetite inscrutable

Yeshe Tsogyal greets my wandering
but I do not recognize her
sweet grace and flashing
red and yellow
blade of grass and swaying seed pod
nodding yes, always yes,

stone Buddha reminder
shady tree, sudden coolness
welcome bitter tears
victory cry whispered on the wind
ki ki…