By Phan Tan Hai
Did anyone hear, on unfamiliar streets,
sunlight falling and breaking into desolate shards?
He climbed a hill to watch the starfruit tree
burst into bloom and wept into the dusk.
A horse cried out from two thousand years ago,
breathing impermanence into the soul of poetry.
He roused the Bodhi-mind from slumber—
night-blooming flowers opened toward the ten directions.
Sense a new day
Day in fine sway
Sway of bright clay
See in plunge deep
Deep truth you keep
Keep in sure sleep
Sight in sure light
Light to see right
Right that looks bright
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2014
Singapore
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