I sit, not praying, just sit
and feel life's pulsation
as silence swells,
like water over rocks.
Hollow heart,
I feel you heave,
croak like a frog.
*
I think if I could sit by this river,
all day long,
I should better understand Dalai Lama.
It has force ,
pulls me in.
It has mass,
breaks the rocks.
It has voice,
fills the air.
Yet,
when I take it to heart,
it runs through fingers.
*
If i could sit here,
all day long,
I think I could grasp
what is
Emptiness.
