June 18, 2015Musashi-san
Haibun
Who are the ones who awake without hearing
the sound of the sun-filled
clouds
dancing upon the edges of an outstretched wing?
And who am I?
To stand alone like a swordsman
without his sword,
a mere figure
in the unresolved distance
like a brushstroke
awaiting a scroll—
an empty bowl
ungrateful for the pleasure
of its emptiness
from #47 - Spring 2015