Guest post by reader Charles Kress.
What of the past that whispers- from "Blood Secrets"
Such winds blow our words away
Where have they gone
Must we always start anew
Will dead voices never cease
my time on earth is over for now.
The twilight of the gods is real
The wheel has turned.
Another spoke has ascended
|Russell C. Leong|
Kuan Yin looks over the lake
Where 500 carp rush toward
The older man leaning on the balustrade
He picks up the banana peels
Someone else has left on the wet ground
Shreds them and tosses them to the fish
Next to him, a woman does the same
Each lost in their separate dreams & dust:
The man, too old to become a monk now
The woman, too tied to the world to leave it.
covered by rain, lustrous as pearls
Which contain the morning light.
Rebuilt after incense and wind
had burnt down the one before
Ven. Dhammadipa makes his way down
The wooden path that encircles the temple's drum
Kuan Yin asked quietly
‘Is there any hope for the future?’
Maitreya smiled sadly
And shook his head slowly,
‘The future, which is my time,
remains a mystery.
But do not forget,
The human realm
Has always been violent
And thus doubly rewarding.’
‘Watch for me in the storms
Watch for me in the earthquakes
Watch for me in the fires
Watch for me in the floods.
When least expected
I will be there