Looking at the rose

the other one's given you

i have to speak

of non-attachment practice.

Difficult is the Path

I watch old pictures:

Places visited, friends loved

They're falling apart

All but one: me at the roots

of the Tree in Bodh Gaya

I see Perfection

Reflected in your eyes. And

Reason is failing me:

I forget that the Beauty

Passes millions of mirrors

The sun is rising.

A Gambler and a Lover

Are bathing in its rays

They both have lost fortune tonight

And now they feel light and calm

Eternal Truth

Is written in Gold and Blue

In this lifetime

My destiny is written

In black and white

Outside my window

I see an apricot tree.

It survived the frost,

Its boughs are free from ice,

But it will not bloom this spring

Eight minutes ago

The photons touching my skin

Were as hot as the sun

Now they are cold

Distance lowers temperature

Sudden snowfall in April

Made my hair white and

Left wet traces on my cheeks.

You should be more careful

With words you say.