The small boat

Is being pushed away from the shore

I feel like a child learning

About the way

Saicho old monk living on

Mount Hiei

The samurai

Of marathon walks and fire

Suddenly I found you

Or you found me

They say when the disciple is ready
The Guru appears

And there you were

Bright as Haiwaii five O

Giving me dharma via

Skype

How can this be

I want to tell my friend

The good news

But he died last week

My sensei said

You will meet again

No need to worry

She said all is good

Good in the beginning

Good in the middle

Good in the end

Winter here

Cherry blossoms

Probably gone

In Kyoto

Here magpie Buddha

Looks at me

With a challenging eye

Before he goes and

Fly’s off to some other dharma

Before the big eye

Disappears in flight

He leaves a reminder of

His wisdom

White shit

Droppings

Holy Prajna

I bow to you

Magpie my

Luke Skywalker.