Stone Wave

Poetry by Derek Hirsch of Santa Cruz, student of Liz Salada

Inspired deep in the mystic chamber
the blue dragon issues forth
from the hall of light between the eyes.

Like a red bird
in the brightness of the yellow court,
let it leave no reflection
upon the jade pods.

Let it meet the white tiger
without intention
along the shores
of the sea of breath.

And here,
where all things come to see each other,
let the Golden Flowers bloom.

* * *

A blank wall reflects
a blank mind reflecting the
blank world carved in ice.