The enlightment drops words, things
I am at peace with the light...

A saddened rain dropp
strikes me at the face...

The tree, the sky, the moon, of
summer prick the eyes...

This terracotta urn
contains the ashes...

1.
Somebody puts a hand...

I had to let them stay.
My anguish & anxiety...

You gave me a name without asking.
History of my pain...

It hurts, the abstract isolation of life
emptying of self...

The tryst with path,
was full of voices of silence...

Blows had blackened the mist,
fear of crossing the road, dented the veil...

How sad you had been
without wholeness for the...

A squirrel on a stone bull
revives a genre...