The mountain

A smile

Of mountain

 

Asleep

Under cresting moon

The volcano

 

Moon

Behind the clouds

An owl turns away

Only your eyes now

                                                   Bhakti

I the monk,

She the mountain.

By moonlight fire

Tie my hammock,

Chant and rattle tambourin.

I take rest,

Coconut palms lean

Every head on mountain breast.

 

Butterfly

Straightening

In the grass

 

So many doves

This morning

Moon

 

Sky

Filled with morning light

The greenness of a tree