Morning news sweeps day
As I linger in my cave,
No gift above, nothing saved,
Day unfolds in blue
Sky with information done
In print black as rave,
I wander pages
With my hand so strong and weak
Morning news again is grave.
Tai Shi
sat/lah
Gassho
My poem
"June 13
Directly it is said that not a single thing exists, and yet we
see the entire universe nothing has ever been hidden."
ed. by Josh Bartok