telling tales

"The mind produces a powerful illusion, that of existing in this body which we consider to be our own." -Kalu Rinpoche

telling tales (extended haiku)

a sunrise with clouds
catches light, casts shadow on
each hair of the beast

dimmer shades of dark
sun cares not where it shines light
even shadow fades

silhouette captured
blocky outline of angles
light tells tales of dark

curls of clouds float by
breaking monotony of blue
waves reflecting through

obscure grays hold view
boxed-in voids over pale shade
nowhere one finds late

sculpted many shapes
fleeting images give chase
finite mind fills blank

tales told to placate
sung sweet to halt bitter taste
when dark beast awakes