9/9/04

 

The Beggar

 

She blows a breeze

of shrouded bones

across my shoulder.

Once, twice, again

a tender touch                                                                                                              

hunger’s hands -

insistent.

 

Sunyata eyes awaken

hollowness inside me.

Compassion’s tears echo

from within -

a shimmer on Indra’s net

but I am gone.