What's The Word? Jo . . .

Word

.

I lay these with the runes of time,

storied reasons culled in rhyme;

ruins cracked on rocky shores,

words laid to rest on ocean floors;

.

Sharp shards of husks and shattered skulls,

hard shells bored by beaks of gulls;

seas erode the sands of odes,

like sleuths unfolding secret codes;

.

Words mine all Mystery till she gives

the secret space where Beauty lives.

Song Remains The Same

Buddha Kisses

.

The voices of your kisses

swell my lips with

echoes,

haunt them,

speak all over them,

again and

again;

.

they are piled up in rows like

chanting schools of monks

convened before a

golden buddha sitting

.

neither pleased nor displeased

.

very much at ease with what he hears.

.

Suddenly one of them breaks into

uncontainable

song.