Perfect

Let a breath of Thou
sweep the I from my heart,
O sparkling emptiness!

If I do not heal
my own awareness,
how can I heal anything
of which I am aware?


The moth folds her wings
on a petal of blue lupine
perfectly,
the raven complains
from the misty pine
perfectly,
this tear kisses
my cheek for no reason
perfectly!

Earth is not purified
by politics
but astonishment,
dissolving desire
like a cloud in the sky
that was never not
already blue.

Return to the crystal
of no-thought.
Bathe the world
in wonder.
Not working more
but needing less
cleanses our water,
soil and wind.

Let a breath of Thou
sweep the I from my heart,
O sparkling emptiness!



Photo by Wang Wusheng, 1984