Rain falls on Buddha

Public Domain: AI generated….Fantasyland 86

by LJ Frank

medieval lingering, longitudinal bamboo flute sounds  

clouds open, raindrops pierce the air, a quiet leaf bends

shakuhachi imagination stirs and caresses the soul

tears suspended while the evening whispers calm

mirrorless reflections indulge the senses

words form a wading pool, the face hides beyond

shapeless mist rises, an apparition vanishes into myth

heart wants yet knows, missed joys lay deep within

autumn follows summer, regardless of musing’s desires

and a thought possesses more stamina than an act of passion

for a truth of an experience alters the truth of an idea

awareness unfolds, what is real, the rain falls on Buddha