歌
:
An Iceland poppy
Half dance, half in trance
Like a shy prom
Queen fixing her high
Coils between the white
Roses and a foot-tall
Stone temple. . . .
Butterflies
Chasing penny rumors
Of last summer’s
Romance in the sunny
folds of her skirt.
Her long
Slender neck is
Being caressed
By an invisible hand. Her
Chin raising to meet
Another silent
Kiss . . . .
"Love is knowing
I am everything;
Wisdom is knowing
I am nothing.
Between these two
My life moves." Nisargaddata
Maharaj whispered
behind my back.
--by ZuoZhou