Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...
Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...
as money piles burned
a need to make more made me...
Sorrowful trees,
Sallow and Yew...
The space is as the result of
our disunion...
Something immeasurable and dissonant
still soft and sensual...
If you are truthful
you are everyone...
A decade of desires
has sunken into bedsheets...
I see how fate
molds into...
Life is like lightning
And disappeared in a flash...
This perfect plank once robust
Now jarrah turned to sawdust...
I may not be rich
But I have money to spend...