This lifetime of ours is transient as autumn clouds
To watch the birth and death of beings
Is like looking at the movements of a dance
A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain

Buddha

buddhas come to me
in dreamy sleep
dancing around like wind
speaking words
I cannot remember
when I rise from my bed

Connie Buchenroth, 2010