Cleared the skies
of dying stars.

Today as though
nothing were undone,

desire is intention's
broken wing.

Then the pleasure
sitting in a chair
to put my shoes on.

Immaculate needlework.

An inner river.

No boat
where I came from
to bring me
home.

Startled
the heart . . .

heart stopt
by sheer delight.

The deerpark
at Benares.