Wine Traders

Warm rain falls.
With empty hands
a child

gathers 

sweet mountain nectar.

With empty hands

a merchant,
with thought of profit

stirs honeyflower wine

and mantra on lips:

'Come visit, You who gives life,

this life and the life within me.'

While the moon
pulls at ocean depths,
with empty hands

I blend light and shadow worlds

murmmuring:

'Oh, my Companion

if you have a little

time, come

I'd show you how finely

the lattice waves

pulse

in Your

Blossom Veil.

Tempting Your unseen Hand

I plant this deep belonging 
for You.'

With empty hands

the more I give

The closer You come.

Into this empty hand

the more You give

the less I am.

Lacking no thing
this empty hand

with nothing to give..

is ready 

for

Your 
All.

~Candali Poetstory 2012