"Erasing" / a poem

Lost in the poetry of drawn words

erased over and over until

a new poem emerges

a scribbled life towards

the beginning of an endless past

lost in an infinite play of light and

beauty in life’s mysterious ways

every side a goddess or

the three faces of Eve

surrendering – able to let go

if you are open to the universe

with whatever it holds for you

she is tossing thunderbolts

through a window in another world

feelings blown by the wind

written falling from the sky

who can pass judgement on

dream confetti on a snowy day

still another day

just trying to make sense

in a nonsense world

ordinary days 7000 sunrises and sunsets

a way of counting day dreams and life

ichigo ichie, for every encounter happens

only once because the stars we see now

might not exist any more

there is beauty in everyday you are

learning to breathe with the clouds

erase from your mind the past the past

open to the openness the future holds

just as the temple arches open to the sky be

open to the universe and whatever it contains

there is the blue sky of day

and the midnight blue of night

for blue resonates in the soul

and the color reflects nakedness

and you are innocent just like

the day you were born

the phases of the moon smile

as your Buddha mind holds

the long vision

do not live a limited life

plant flowers and arrange

their beauty so that you

feel lucky to attract the

luck so that you can

build your future your way.