“A momentary
gesture
fleeting as time.
A flower, a smile.
An offering.”
“An offering would
be fine,
In keeping with our
space in time.
But an offering of a
flower with a smile?
Like gleeful golden
daffodils?
Beside the lake,
beneath the trees.
Ten thousand Buddhas
at a glance,
By chance did you
see these?”
by Ed Teja and John
Pocock
A book of poetry, photographs and strange insghts
