Forsythia
now pollen stung
and hallowed,
sinks
her muddied knees
on ice
as ground
leaks sun-hot sound.
gate, gate
So I bow
gate, gate
as I sow.
Primula
are parasols.
Yellow pillars
are daffodils
parasam
'mid para sums
gate, gate
of crocus corms.
gate, gate
Oh body's gate!
gate, gate
A bodhi's borne
gate, gate
on blood gold May
gate, gate
and buttercups.
Bodies, somas,
body's pulsed
solomon's sealed
in svaha's house.
now pollen stung
and hallowed,
sinks
her muddied knees
on ice
as ground
leaks sun-hot sound.
gate, gate
So I bow
gate, gate
as I sow.
Primula
are parasols.
Yellow pillars
are daffodils
parasam
'mid para sums
gate, gate
of crocus corms.
gate, gate
Oh body's gate!
gate, gate
A bodhi's borne
gate, gate
on blood gold May
gate, gate
and buttercups.
Bodies, somas,
body's pulsed
solomon's sealed
in svaha's house.
