1. A red-Bellied piranha calmly swishes through a river

2. Mostly I hear only the patter of my footsteps and the synchronized swishes of wind over my ears.

3. Bedecking with events Whose shadow trails again in the mind-yard The hopes planted by me rustle with a start I, in two minds, gather courage to illumine shivering body-lights in this dark temple ruin Grass swishes, dry leaves fly in the wind Soul peeps from eyes, nothing to be