Sometimes the body moves through something and takes the soul along for the ride.

Sometimes the spirit lifts up and out-of-the-body -- goes on far away travels, leaving the body behind.

This 'Love Is Stronger Than Death' Curriculum has a high tuition.

I'm not sure what will be the case this evening.
Too much of the heavy-hearted world of man is on me --
matting and staining the feathers of my Mountain-Dreaming Cloak.

Time to splash cold water on the face
and head up to where I put down a season's worth of accumulated weight.

A pinch of Isleta tobacco to the Four Winds.
To Lady Night Lamp above -- a pour of moonlit saké for safe travels...

and I'm off.

Halfway down the road -- a lightning bolt passes through.

I hear a familiar voice say:

In the Fifth World, new rituals will remind us of our shared human bond

that don't involve tragedy, sacrifice, nightmares, or deceit.

(c) 2017 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen /

sound: Ruven Nunez, The Holy Fountain