Gedicht

Shinjin

Marcus Cumberlege

Notes

With a book of poems
under his left arm
he strolls
to the Pure Land

Released –
Completely free
to come and go
in the drifting snow

“Wherever you are
I am there!”

Words whispered
Beneath your auburn hair

I want to write
A love poem
But the ink
Has run out
Of my pen

The Pure Land is here
and there, and everywhere.
Our minds are part of it.

					Ekō 104
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