down the wind

you no longer go astray
when loss becomes your path

still you will go astray
but wont feel it as loss

it delivers the seeker
from the sought
returning fire
back to fire


the village poor pass
one by one
gathering frangipani
strewn before the house
as the day rises

falling is what you have
when abundance comes

here
in the whereabouts
of the wind

ubud 2 november  2014