Steven Schroeder | one noble truth
for Long Xiaoying and Li Sen
Black cat sits
on the stone fence
of a temple worshiping
birds. I do not think
he is a Buddha
yet. Every time
a bird fies, he rises
with it, disappointed.
He has renounced every desire
but this – to take the body,
taste the blood
of god. But he
never leaps,
just sits, suffers
birds to fly.
from a dim sum of the day before. Ink Brush Press | 2010
