Labyrinthos

sleepless all night
o snail
on a mountain path
forgive me
even unto death

singing songbird
on bent knees
from the end of its nose
a snail shell falls

a secret is out
gentle flower plums
under the harvest moon

Holy man

“Don’t you know holy men can live without food or water for days? They never need glasses or medicine. We never get sick!”

The doctor stared. The holy man urged, “I’ll need a few pills and a new pair of contacts to convince my followers- for a few days tops.”