slanted sunlight
in the Meditation Hall
a drift of dust
"Every question you answer," I say timidly, "leads to another question." The air conditioner continues its rhythmic humming.
"And do you have another question?" the master asks. For the first time, I notice that there is a small twist to his mouth.
in the Meditation Hall
a drift of dust
"Every question you answer," I say timidly, "leads to another question." The air conditioner continues its rhythmic humming.
"And do you have another question?" the master asks. For the first time, I notice that there is a small twist to his mouth.
Haibun Today, 7:1, March 2013
