Karmapa Khyen-no

Golden parasol
jewelled brocade
palace of courage
           climbing on trumpet's
           flight, pouring
           brilliant shower up
                         across realms
                         beyond gone
                         gone far beyond.

Your honeyed baritone
           so rich
           so clear
           evaporating last vestige
                        of an inept limit.
           May it echo.
           May it flow
           beyond cease.

Precious guru,
           how can burnish your
           treasure in our heart?

How may we join
           one thousand billion
           hands?

How cherish this bright lamp,
           sheltered in
           crystal vase
           spilling every hue?

Please remain long.
Please return.
Please spread these
           brilliant clouds
           throughout our
           realm of stifled tears.

Galley Cafe

On the Spirit gyre, list
      me innards gently slump
      spine rumble
      on the diesel beat
      while shrouded islet
      slide Salish grey.

Some paint their ribs
      with butter brush
      palette scrape
      cubed potato.

Some sprinkle grains
      crystal death
      swirled amber tea.

One flays a slender
      cucumber, her
      face drawn in
      sobriety mask.

Two gnaw sheaves of
      murdered swine,
      glistening
      rent by restless incisors.