Fri Dec 10 2004

The Jug

You made a promise, must now fulfill it!
Take my cup, pray, can you fill it?

The jug is empty, "What fell Misery!"
I asked 'em, "Then shan't we fill it?"

With wine or water, how does it matter?
Is it to pour that I fill it?
    
Hold! it is brimming! Never been wanting,
For did I see 'nyone fill it?

When no one watches, mirror in darkness,
Let the jug be, and why fill it?

Sat Dec 25 2004
Point


My little house calm as ever
    In this town of endless wonder.
To stay here, or to wander
    Sprawling streets astir, I wonder.

Around the flame wings aflutter,
    And spinning globes around the star.
Swirling blazes, or a deep cold
    Point at its core, I wonder.

Pulsating around Eye of Calm,
    A poem, a whirlpool, a storm,
Dancing Darvish, prayer wheels' whirr,
    And beads of the seer, I wonder.

Bird, to the tree, when flying done
    Of its own will, will it return?
Or roam till freezing and fall to
    An end, forever? I wonder.

I wonder, forever wonder,
    Like a mirror in a mirror.
Is there an end, and at the end
    An end? Forever I wonder.