There, in its hollow,
Inside the bamboo. Golden,

Warm from breath. The hare, the sparrow,
The bee, spill down its sinew.

Thin hermit's cavern, whoosh of arrow,
Furrow of life. A burbling

Rindle, a scroll furled, narrow
Desiccate of spring shoot come to autumn.

Insight. The bamboo, still
Ringing on its pillow.