To Chiba
Share Article Namaste noble warrior of the Zen path,
Your haiku writing is inspirational.
Farewell little French traveller someone whispered.
The father asks me if I have a (wi-fi) signal. You have three signal children and a beautiful signal wife.
You don't need an electronic signal. He laughed with this small realization.
The crazy anxious German man insists on knowing the cremation cost.
I don't want to die, he said, The water is too dirty.
He needs medicine. He needs to slow down. His energy is a violent fireball.
It consumes his desire.
He creates his personal cremation ceremony in public places.
In dawn light women inspect orange and yellow flowers.
Men haggle over chickens for the new year sacrifice.
The chariot collided with a wall. Wooden wheels are pinned to stone. Towers shift toward gravity.
Boys play with tower brass bells, women offer fire flowers.
Men discuss future engineering projects.
Your Sakura cherry blossom are sublime.
Seasons bloom with love, beauty.
Metta.
