lost in the maze of mind,
like a Buddhist Zen master
with a secret concubine.
Living in a silent dream,
painting orange-blue Dragonflies
with my fingers on a
starless sky.
Pretending to be human,
but it is a failed pantomime.
Lucid dreaming, once again,
there goes my daily “normal” life.
Paper Warrior cut with
golden scissors, carried
by the wind, until it
wither away and die.
anjani
june 22, 2015
