Regarding Wave
The voice of the Dharma
          the voice
               now
A shimmering bell
          through all.
Every hill, still.
Every tree alive. Every leaf.
All the slopes flow.
          old woods, new seedlings,
          tall grasses plumes.
Dark hollows; peaks of light.
     wind stirs the cool side
Each leaf living.
          All the hills.
               The Voice
               is a wife
                    to
               him still.