Stuffing old zafus
black robes flecked with kapok
a monk sneezes.
Seán O’Connor
side by side
offering, receiving
stars drift down
zuiho
Zen master
raises his hossu
what is it, fly?
Yuri Runov
On the white banner
the shrine-candle flickers
yellow in the folds
Jim Norton
The dojo bell
spreading its silence:
a monk’s mobile phone rings.
Seán O’Connor
morning tea
offering its fragrance
a pine bough
zuiko
Dog’s loving eyes –
she’ll never take ‘mu’
for an answer
Yuri Runov.
New
boots, old boots
Home from my travels,
listening to far-off sounds
sip tea.
So many eyes!
Suspended in their jellied eggs
till we disappear
(Renku outing, Glendalough,
14/2/1998)
An old pair of boots.
Take them deep into the woods
and let them root there.
The new ones hurt.
The way, the way alone
will ease them.
Jim Norton
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