A poem by
Kisei, Sensei

do the branches feel lonely
when the last leaves drop
to the ground
or do they rejoice, like i do
finally we can see the
love and spaciousness
the queen of pentacles holds her precious coin
as the world blossoms
its effulgence
can i help but feel devoted to creation
mystery’s dark fertile womb
the abundant chaos
beauty and loss
heart aches to make meaning
to tell the most captivating story
to understand the cosmic joke
but laughter feels closer still
and a shoulder shrug
a sigh
as the body
collapses in sunlight