The fisherman
holds the net
and collects
the stars of truth
those jewels he keeps
the rest are released
back into the sea
The fisherman
holds the net
and collects
the stars of truth
those jewels he keeps
the rest are released
back into the sea
light of heaven
illuminate the moon
cold dew
like silver droplets
on a windowsill
chrysanthemums bloom
when the night is quiet
and the world is in dreams
across the starry mantle
one’s light like candles
flickers upon the thoughts of man
tears fall
for one is crying
on the inside
as one cries
tears of joy
release emotions
remember to cry
for the departed
liberating stored memories
forgive yourself
because suffering
is one’s way of surviving