buddha The tree stands,
shadowless in the sun.

The sparrow drinks
the waters from the waters.

A temple by the pond,
silent now for many years,
breathes the ringing of a bell.

The very earth proclaims
the sign that has descended:
a violent cross-wind from the coast.

The bird is caught off-guard
and laughter leaps from his mouth,
from his eyes.

The tree stands,
next shadowless in the sun.