I looking without mind
a rose,
at sunset.
On that red,
raindrops
appear to be
transparent planets:
inside every drop,
green and turquoise nightingales
flying happy,
singing in the silence,
to the heart of the rose.
She understands,
and is touched:
bends the stalk,
these waterplanets
come down around
so bring to life
new brilliant galaxyes.
As still sparks,
on that grasssky.
Homage to Bodhidharma.
International Award "Mario Giuseppe Restivo"
Palermo, 2005
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