Breeze
I dreamt I was
dreaming in Chinese
so didn’t understand my dream
though it’s calligraphy was clear
as the brushed strokes of breeze.
the characters Lao Tzu
climbed behind closed eyes
but said as little as they could
mounting nothing hill
obliquely vanishing
between two skies
.
I came upon a Buddha
sitting circular and
wise as a pictograph
without a word
silently
loquacious
mutely musical
—unheard as a muzzled
mourning dove
.
in this dream
I’m free of words & guile
as Buddha’s smile
.
by Jim Culleny
3/16/12