There have been no new translations from the Sanskrit this week.

Philosophy is at a low point.

Giant Matilija poppies in the garden


Have collapsed

The stems and blooms

Forming circles

Hollow in the middle

Where silently at sunset

Emptiness waits for a messiah.

This is the scene

On a Sunday evening in April.

This is the scene on an April morning

Long past the time of

Unexpected rains.

The poppies become lacquered

As if tears had dried on their faces

Forming the sides of a porcelain

Bowl with an Oriental motif.

Inside the bowl

There will soon be colored fishes swimming.

These will make good fertilizer for the garden when they die

and the philosophers will go to work again.