Ishin-denshin (以心伝心) ~ Wednesday, May 27, 2026

Her mystery eyes saw across the street
emptiness, a figure, a man quite lost
reality brought him to his senses

maybe he felt her eyes focus a beat
yes, it had been a long time, now but then
stirring up the honey lowers the cost
the value of sugar, see the fences
each day, he secures them, a metaphor
reality is not, but then again
yes, the universe knows he is hungry

exactly, how noticeable, even
yes, from afar, a woman sees, angry
except, not on the surface, calm in zen
suffering and full of sorrow, no more

say less, say no more, say nothing at all
answers to his prayers as an atheist
words, pejorative, dusty, little birds

answers to her prayers, believe in the small
creation of the universe, he waves his hand
reality waves back, picks up the slack
over the short expanse of the asphalt
suffer the little children, broken wrist
slide the razor blade up the arm, no words

theater is without bad faith, no fault
how accidents and divorce shape the land
except how distant dreams try to come back

sorrow never understood, not a tool
transmit the mind to mind, a work of art
reason without language as a practice
enter the stream of consciousness, a school
entails getting caught on a hook, not smart
to speak without words, her eyes do entice

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