REGENTROPFEN
For Sundur, the music man and my écologique friend
Half leaves-half blossoms
in the magnolia
no ego
I've learned populates
creativity
a nun monk said
while
seasoning her white
kimchi
with nature.
Sitting
on a stone
she floats like Buddha
and the creek-
forest
is blissful
her mind free
of herself
the raindrops
- regentropfen -
are under
her
robe
a flowing
lotus tea.
In the mountain
raindrops
hide like birds
in the temple
urns
and earth basins
in chimes
they resign
their
rainbow
and be
at last
sound.
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