water of sake
even the soberness of water no longer offers me intoxication.
when sky rains down,
my mouth stays closed.
in my hermitage and anchor of the world,
I have carved a bowl out of the stone, I am a cave-dweller.
the river of universe flows through it vertically...they are drops
of water dripping from the ceiling of cave.
the sound of pitter-patter did not stop.
but I am left with only moist dregs.
Yesterday I forgot to finish it, the river.
And today the sake-of-water in my badly carven cup is not enough.
even if I extend my hand into the stone-vessel,
it only becomes wet.
no fragrance sprouting forth.
the sound of pitter-patter did not stop.
my mouth stays closed.
the sky rains down soberness.
the bowl did nothing to impede the flow.
I am left with only moist dregs.
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