Tanka - Grasses Bend To The The Wind

grasses bend to the wind, rustling i remember mom's graceful hands as the leaves bend to the shape of a basket childhood lesson - adult ants in a line showed me what hierarchy and getting organised are all about turtle; 'we're slow that's because we never need run for cover.' (SENRYU) the widow's death in place of her piano music i miss is the furin that rings frantically now and then like it misses her eden's apple yes, buddha was right desire is the cause of sufferings eve and adam hopelessly created with it starry expanse i savour the buddhist's thought that i existed since time began that all these stars have all along been companions