Tenth Anniversary Issue
Fall 1993 Vol. 10 #1
Fall 1993 Vol. 10 #1
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The poet deep in autumn writes
A yellow leaf
spirals down
moved by wind
a dervish
brought to ground
where all things
in time are
at the last
combined
The Sixth Zen Patriarch bows and offers
It is neither
leaf nor wind
that moves
what moves
is mind
With the growing
of the light
forms appear again:
the chair in the corner,
mirror on the wall,
my hat on the table.
Did I just exhale them?
Didn’t I breathe them in
with the dark of night?