
city streets
under vaulted dome:
ribbed by rain tree.

city streets
under vaulted dome:
ribbed by rain tree.
I ran into a seeker from far lands,
and asked him what he sought in my hometown.
He said he sought what's true and beautiful.
I asked him if it was here, more than his home?
"Sometimes you have to walk a thousand miles
to find that which resides beneath your nose.
To unlock truth, the tumblers must align
from the shake of experience and time."

Bougainvilleas,
densely blossomed,
nonplussed by rain clouds.

the liquid world
merges with the earth,
and both are one.