Zen Haiku

Poem 1590

Vintage car
owning… driving…
the first man’s joy.

Temple grounds
a gardener’s gloves resting
in a Buddha’s lap.

In beach debris
the secret seeds
of many lands.

… web …
how the life in the moth
becomes a spider

Sunset trees
a cabbage moth ‘almost’ lost
in the gold of autumn leaves.

a morning fog
the river at rest
under the bridge.

the long rains end
all over my guitar
unfamiliar notes.

the wide white mountain
then in whose dream
a snow leopard.

the moth flutters
between us
touching a window pane.

death of my father
our fishing spot
still under the willows.