Nov 29, 2007 09:40
Full Moon
The door is open,
the cricket is singing.
Are you going around naked
in the fields?
Like an immortal water,
going in and out of everything.
Are you going around naked
in the air?
The basil is not asleep,
the ant is busy.
Are you going around naked
in the house?
I took off petal after petal
I took off petal after petal, as if you were a rose,
in order to see your soul,
and I didn't see it.
However, everything around--
horizons of fields and oceans--
everything, even what was infinite,
was filled with a perfume,
immense and living.
Ideal Epitaph For a Sailor
One must search the heavens
to fine your grave.
Your death is raining from the stars.
The tombstone does not weigh on you;
it is a universe of dreams.
Unknown, you are
in everything-- sky, sea, and land--dead.
I am not I
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent while I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.