Breeze

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I dreamt I was dreaming in Chinese

I didn’t understand my dream 
but its calligraphy was clear as
the silken brush of breeze

The characters Lao Tzu climbed behind my open eyes
but said as little as they could mounting nothing hill
obliquely vanishing between two skies

I came upon a Buddha sitting wise as a pictograph
without a word, silently loquacious, musical, mute,
unheard as a muzzled mourning dove

In this dream I’m free of words and guile
as Buddha’s smile

.Jim Culleny
3/16/12