“a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning…”

~ The Diamond Sutra

By candlelight,
the dented cup
is burnished.

As darkness falls,
garden stones gleam
like polished granite.

The river’s surface: rows
of whipped foam, faces
open to the wind.

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