Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sitting with ease
on the bridge
Deep Creek accepts
another fallen leaf
greeting it with
a circle of radiance
to every shore

The leaf floats
nesting into a rock

Form is emptiness

A cloud passes
over sunlight
transforming the vision
to opaque depth

Emptiness is form

Walking back
pick up a penny
in the road
Warm in the hand
South wind cool
on the face

Margaret Wheeler
Tall Grass Zen