I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple
I heard
the truth in your chanting
that January
. I shook all the warp barrels
not to cross over
just to touch your fingertips
that year
Crouching on the mountain road
not to see
but to cling to your warmth
in that lifetime
to turn mountains into water into stupas
Not for the afterlife
just to meet you on the way.