how clumsy my poetry can get (with the best intention tho)

[Guest guest]

a little chat under the bodhi tree

(mazie is here too)

 

this picnic must be perfect

we have a sunny day yet the shade is cool

(the sun has settled in the zenith now)

little cookies of all shapes and colors

are arranged on the ground

to share with all beings

the tree itself might reach a branch to great us;

what makes it so delightful in the roughness of the ground?

(isn't her roughness precisely the way she expresses her reception?)

so pleasurable in the multiplicity of all lives?

we'll have the most gifted animals sing

(how many times did dvorjak try to capture this chant)

and some hundred butterflies dance in mathematical shapes

i love the feeling of flowing like water to the sounds and movements

and the delicious mixture of light an joy that we become

no moment ever will be like this one

 

(you are very lucky i didn't try any rhyme this time)

(laugh!)

eric