From behind a thin cloth
a blaze of straw pretends to be the moon.
There are those who destroy soul growth
by using sacred symbols in their talk.
When you fall in love with clothing,
it is like you ride a donkey
into deep mud and sit there.
Even a dog sniffs greasy bread before eating.
Have you ever seen lions
fighting over a piece of bread?
Why are you drawn to a beautiful corpse?
You are a continuous question about soul.
When the answer comes in,
the question changes,
the way a kindness in grape juice
turns it to wine, the way you
were born into this life.
Fire lightens and rises.
You bow when you hear truth.
Fall thieves the garden barren.
Then a spring justice knocks on the door.
You read the green writ
removing all restraint.