No People no Shelter no Food no Water
In no shelter
Full of high mountain morning sunrise sighs
A bearded no person washed no other’s hair
And laid the clothing out to dry
In the high mountain morning sunrise air.
In no shelter
Woken by the great golden hawk of day
Two no people stretched and slowly rose
To watch the morning Bird find its way
One unblinking great golden hawk eye between their toes.
With sweet no water
Fallen from the sweet rain no water skies
A no person prepard the garlic no food fare
For no others raging appetites
Than what sweet no water rain had fallen there.
A no monk
Singing chanting evening sundown twiligt prayers
Voiced a high and drifting echo
Reaching no ears of no two sharing a Mo-Tzu chair,
“How far will our evening twilight voices go?”
In no shelter
Full of high mountain morning sunrise sighs
A bearded no person washed no others hair
And laid the clothing out to dry
In the high mountain morning sunrise air.
from Cindy for W.