Gold butterfly wings
great pleasure to human brings...
Do I wish to bare the bark
of poison, for a public army...
Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid...
The shimmering leaves
Of the Bodhi Tree...
Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...
"I'm so tired of performing
in the pageantry of vanity...
This fire that once gave me life
now consumes my soul...
That snooty beasty,
Haughty and proud she lies there...
O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...
Flower O flower,
So many bees around you...
After the drizzle
slowly the sun waking up...
When the tree fell,
the forest didn't cry out...