Sitting under tree,
Pink, paper blossoms above--
Is this suffering?
Here for harmony;
Maybe Buddha had sake,
A cold Sopporo.
The koto sounds like
Little player piano,
Rain falling on wood.
I forgot the sun.
Did Buddha need SPF?
Remember the sun.
2 comments:
I had heard that the cherry blossoms were out in Brooklyn.
I had not realized they were so affecting.
They're beyond.
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