With lilies on his
feet Basho comes
through the green
springtime
I see him walk
I see how the lilies move with him
his hands fill with dew
the Cloud of Unknowing
rises ’round, walks with him, within him
he sees me, I follow
through the Gate of Peace
he passes, rises
the Bonsho, deep
inside the garden, rings, rings, rings
until
I too
hear the beauty of One
Basho turns,
gives me those lilies,
those ones from the Unknowing, from beyond time
I strap Basho’s white
lilies to my feet
they hold
me to the path now
just by their fragrance
I hear the bonsho ring, the bell
breaks for beauty
(Written on October 5, 2018)
