a kind of snow

that melts the ice
of a thousand winters.
Crab apple blossoms tickertape
the wet pavement.

 1.
Under the limbs of this kind of
Bodhi
one can have the beauty of opposites
death and rebirth
renewed mercies

 2.
Friend, we are spirits…
choosing to let go of physical trappings.

 3.

crabapple

(c. HCS 3 April 2009)

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~ by hannahcsykes on April 3, 2009.

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