Falling asleep, I close my eyes tightly wishing to wake up as a white cosmos flower.
Like the one I saw today, I will be most delicate and sway with laughter in a field of white and pink. I will turn towards the deep blue sky of autumn, and laugh some more as the sun warms me.
The cold wind will blow and I will flutter while it scatters my petals. I will then die knowing that after the winter months, I will come back as a delicate white cosmos flower swaying and laughing in the wind in an immense field under the deep blue sky.
Inspired by the change of season and simple natural beauty.
I was once a little girl
jumping in puddles
behind my mother’s back.
Today, I have few possessions
and can offer even less.
My wisdom remains
as fragile as the morning mist.
Like bright autumn leaves
scattering in the wind,
my days go by.
They and I,
will eventually crumple.
In the meantime,
I continue jumping in puddles.
A flock of birds flies north.
Two tired bees buzz near the blooming lavender.
A cloud, mindless.
The last ray spreads its gold.
The birds leave not a trace in the sky.
Note: “Mindless cloud”: In Zen poetry as well as in classical Chinese poetry, the cloud is often a metaphor for the mind –floating, shifting, insubstantial.