Seasons Change (Bless them!)

In the hour of Rumi's 
great loss

he spun out

round a pole

Into himself.

I searched everywhere

Following..

but the thread, 
always returns 
here.

The master attracts students

that are ready for polishing.

Ready to shine.

That way when the winter

takes his old bones,

the disciple quickly

lights up
as a beacon.

A happy woman

is most satisfied

with loving her 
beautiful daughter,

Released, from that 
other

kind of love play.

As the good Ikkyu said of his little one.

'She is the inevitable result of true love,
and a Zen master is no match for her!'

The great poets say:

When you have your own gloomy clouds 
to stumble through,

like Tenzin, you have work to do

on your own!

Me..

I listen to the Music 
bracing the Moonlight

for the night traveler,

What need is there

to wander

the desert

alone.

~Garudafire Poet Story 2012