joglo goodbye

' all the rafters are broken, the ridgepole destroyed; the mind, gone to the unconstructed' - buddha, the dhammapada, verses 153-154

what first comes to mind

seeing molts flake down from

high rafters onto the bed cover

gecko must be at work

munching roach flesh

spitting out the shell

despite years living

under the same roof

we barely know you

true adept of not

picking and choosing

you devour your guest

whole

flash of an encounter

no time for guest and host

to converse

no-mind at its best

when hungry you eat

when tired sleep

defecate

the rest

no eyelids

your dharma eye