immeasurable silence

it measures all things

itself cannot be measured

to silence no entry or exit gate

enter or leave it you cannot

in the midst of noise

it doesn't leaves you

it is what carries you

carries everything

along wherever

unnoticed unheard

in the midst of silence

we are forgetful of it

lest we listen to raindrops

pattering on the roof

to a crow’s cawing as it

flies over treetops

on hillside slopes

forgetful of it though

it indwells the deepest

we can never leave it as

we cannot leave space

you step into vastness

the morning star

touches the threshold of your hut

that twinkle

the dazzlement of darkness

then a shooting star

in the predawn sky

on the narrow trail

flash of a question mark

eternity glimpsed

calling

calling echoes of the gong

travel far into the misty valley

cottony clouds

adrift above eucalypti

bow deeply to the wind

hills awash with rains

treading steep country road

in the company of flies

in a plot by the roadside

pumpkins bask under the heat

of late autumn sun

broken hives

scattered here and there

bees

nectar of how many summers ago

sight dimming

what you can no longer see

finds respose in the unseen

still another storm

invited to a thunderous gathering

night before parting

week of long sitting

here restless

there restful

changing weather

scenery of the heart

traveler gone

journeys continue

coming and going

howling of the wind

pines drooping

crickets have cleared out

still you hear their cries

in the evening

in the temple

adorned in purple robes

dead teachers

warmly smile

not the steps you take

not the road ahead

what counts is

your not knowing

the empty hand

carries the dark

carries the light

the giving heart

invisible

by a sea of mist submerged

wavy hills

where are they going tonight

portimão

faint scintillation of your lights

in the distance

the long erring

this close now

is no one's

a pulsing in the blood flow

daybreak

subdued by rustling branches

the rooster’s call