Shaping Words

A tree swaying in the wind In the middle of a field A vulture pecks at a corpse Partaking of a fine meal

The lake of thunder Rolling over the gossamer mountains Dawn of night

Thin clouds Slow dusk Moonrise Stars hushed

The janitor is finished Cleaning up after others, As the dawn dissolves the night He disappears from our sight

Summer heat Autumn stalls The ninth month Dry leaves fall

Plain Stark Simple Unadorned Entering silence Encountering the light within The journey back to the source of endlessness begins

August afternoon They say it will get hotter For the next few days He takes his sunglasses with him; The parking lot has no shade The...