On The Cushion In Autumn

Beads, one bead read slowly7549507874_9ea43db521_m
spill and clatter, leaves dancing
cloudy fall skies drown my
prayer flags.

Fingers polishing wood
mantra infused beads grasping olden
times in each syllable intoning
a smile in me

Vajra clatters the beads
thrumming my chest
hums the voice of an old
Shingon priest

Brass bell’s sweet clarion
breaks wildish imagine,
Fresh white currents
in my mind blossoming

My bright blessing
seeded in recitation
a practice made fresh
each time I sit

Most meaningful yet is the silence
whose voice is stronger than the bell
an octopus sliding out a tiny box
I spread out, floating the deep
touching the radius in each moment
freed.

© Yvonne Raphael 2014

 

Image by Rosemary

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