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Timothy McLafferty

after the rain

 

four clocks and two watches

crack

the stillness of this place

 

standing in the light of a

single bulb

I count my silver hairs

 

a drop falls from the

shower head

every fourteen seconds

 

 

Chlorophyll

 

Here in the soft rotting

bottom,

the lotus taps its root:

 

it begins here in a

perceived impurity.

 

Who will berate the

lotus on account

of its humble origin?

 

Who will mock its

beauty

or deny its faith?

 

And so Buddhas

rest upon them.

 

 

Sengai Ato: Roku Jizo

 

he’d thought about it

many times before

while preparing his ink

 

the curved line

the stroke

its pressure, weight

and lightness

 

he filled his brush

began and finished

a mandala universe

 

and within it

six Buddhas

at prayer for peace

 

a prayer for peace.

 

 

Tim McLafferty lives in NYC and works as a drummer. He has played on Broadway in Urinetown, Grey Gardens, and many other interesting places. His work currently appears in many fine journals, including Forge, Painted Bride Quarterly, Pearl, Portland Review, and Right Hand Pointing. timmclafferty.com