Sunday, April 3, 2016

medicine
3 dreams after the fall (singh)

 medicin(e)
drifting off to the scent of almonds
slept, awaking weeping, slept again til dawn


one dream
undersea, a wounded deer
survives riptide
swimming parallel to shore

two
3 stones
in my mouth
humming, drumming with storm

three
the dhamma listing in the sunlit sea
I read death will come
(someone has died, someone is always dying)