THE FLAME IN THE LOTUS (con´t.)

IV.
I´ve forgotten the names of my robes,
The occasions to wear them,
The ways they must be folded.
They sit quietly, waiting for me, the priest,
To come back and claim them
For some event or other.
I don´t know. Before the head was shaved
The light was fine and burned.
Namo amida butsu.

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