Issue 4 - March 2026 – Tanka prose 1
THE MOON
only through sadness, through suffering, will you find the words to sing with joy, will you find the presence, the presence and the authority to sing, and to be, just like the moon, the moon: the moon that grows in your garden at night, lighting up flowers winged like owls and held by the Buddha long, long ago, when flowers said more than words, in the flowering silence of an ever-flowering sky, flowers so beautiful, beautiful as the flower of the moment itself:
when we all come
to shine & be like the moon
everything will become a flower
the flower
of light
A A Marcoff, UK
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