1. have known dancers who
  when they dance their feet
never
   touch
             the ground

when young was called them
  mages (magi;magus;those wielders of
unseen arts, haunting) but as aging|d
learned anyone could do it
if their minds was clearly—
    now called them gods.

2. his heart was purer than silken
drops on spider web down
left bare for her to taste

but nothing was nothing and
soon there was little left but
nothing left save grace—

he felt alone in questing for
ignorance or something greater
bordering on beauty of wisdom
of undescribable understanding

ineffable effing enlightenment
seemed just a finger|s reach away
but a finger was not to be found.

3. death is de(i)fied in a moment
where moments evaporate in
clouding mist of vaporish nothingness

that the sages call satori}nirvana}bodhi}
searching complete filled chalice not
to overflowing but
   just right

he will sing beneath the plum tree
blossoms dripping down like lovers
and smiles ever-crossing faces that
light like life is ever-after for

what is the springtime
but another wintry night
sans raining droplets?