Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sandra and the Snakes at Sacred Doors

The Buddha just burns
that's all there is

no identity
but light

form
turns
 ash

necessary
for play

 of shapes
as mercurial as mind

the swimming pool of stars
to dive into

the wings the sword the cross
all black

as black is only
form

given life
by light

only burning

the buddha
wants
only
that

we fit
the tightest shells
we can

to learn
to burn

forms die
to burst
from