White mountain

blowing on my tea
hands gentle
around a tin cup
hoping I can sip the summer
and be with the falling leaves

feasting
on pine needles
I drink in the gathas ;
I’ve forgotten to beg for food
and the blossoms keep falling

so alone up here
I startle
hearing my own laugh
this attachment to solitude
is so good

how soon
the night sinks
behind the trees
as if the perfumed plums
is the land of the Buddhas

***Haiku Presence
Issue 56 (October 2016)***

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Pink dusk.
The sky has many layers of blues.
A cross between a girl’s and a boy’s
patchwork quilt.
How innocent is karma ?
My mind is an unmoving needle
drawing a flat line.
The clouds flow slowly
dragging away the causes.
A troy train
filled with silly fluffy animals and horny humans.
It’s the birds that are chasing each other
in the distant sky.
The effects are zero.
I feel nothing.
Just a silly needle with no sense of geometry.
Horrible line.

© Malintha Perera 2016

it is the least I want
but
the perfect place I want it to be
the snakes have long faded
this flower in bloom is ready to burst in to thousands of petals
kundalini
rising
this matter of atoms
who would have thought
this existence
with cosmos
is just a crack
within a void
of a cell
inside where galaxies of jewels
shine
mirroring each other
a quilt of patched up colours
of planets and stars

the crown opens
we are one

© Malintha Perera 2016

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