Two untitled pieces from a spring afternoon in the mountains

(after dogen…)

one day while out

walking, the mountain may turn

and hand you your heart –

here

this is your heart, don’t lose it

near here lies the road

home

a cloudless blue sky holding the mountain

countless

winged fairies

from the cottonwoods

dancing, swirling, the profound

wealth

of immeasurable

blossoms on the old crab apple

all the small birds have returned

bringing a smooth

southerly breeze, well being

beyond words