Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe
Roll and churn covered in a sheath
...
Where have we reached?
What have the false saints preached?
Frightful sights are yonder
Skipped beats make one ponder
...
Who (and why) has this queer world wrought
Can someone find me a solid ground
(On which) could stand the wisps of thoughts
Poor things evanescent and tremulous
...
Pitch dark night
A candle stands upright
Slowly burning down
Light and smoke around
...
I am a professional with a curiosity about life and a love for expression. The poems in the collection " Unknot" have arisen from an alchemy of daily life and Nichiren Daishonin's teachings, which I have studied with some interest over a decade or so (also available online at http: //unknott.com))
Sentiments
Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe
Roll and churn covered in a sheath
Roiling around in raging tempests
Cavorting here and about: a prank, a caper
Riding on a tide out they pour
Come to rest on lips hiding no more
Lilting they sound when awarded expression
Fragrant to the heart that receives their confession
What use the words that can't find their path?
What worth the man who can't this grasp?