The Weaving

 

I was thinking about

the significance

of the Buddha’s hand

position That right one,

fingertips to Earth.

The left cradling a lotus,

opening     arms

to receive light and waves

of the sun.

 

The thread weaving

on   the    wide,   wide

sheet of it all,     bodies

a kind of needle and straw

 

Rain falling and soaking

into the dirt (how

deep?) and flames

racing up into nothing

(heading for the sun?)

 

I closed my eyes and breathed.