One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
“Pop, what’s the last number?”
“Numbers grow, then they’ll contract.
Isa, One is the last.
One became two, two became three.
God is one when man is one.”
No sound is uttered
As the Master delivers forty strokes.
Tea at Edo Castle.
Little time for reflective,
centering, and contemplative thought.
Shortens life.