Satori

 

Stars bloom in luminous arcs.

Time unwinds along the autumn nerve.

 

In a garden,

Statues of Chinese warriors rise from the snowy clearing:

Lit fountains of stone meeting all commitments.

 

On the returning path,

A single rhododendron’s white galaxy unfolds.

 

You will die in no country.

You will recall the scent of the night.