Grief's Weight Entire

Grief's weight entire is in grief itself.
Not in happiness or terror, not in enlightenment---
Grief's weight entire is in grief itself.
Under the heart lie sunlight and shadow both
The cloud is here to lie curled up like a dog
Not leaving when shooed, simply floating at night.
Grief's weight entire is in grief itself.

I Don't Want Anything

I don't want anything. Nothing at all.
My clothes too, take them off if you wish.
Conceit, hidden in the husk, behind---
Rip open my heart too with a pickaxe's thrust
Like a stepbrother does, till his desire is done.
I don't want anything. Nothing at all.
You may even dig open, remove my consciousness.
In the dark mire of passion, buried to my neck,
I cry: Drown me, O you of a thousand lotuses,
This poet is in distress, is being destroyed;
Come, lay waste the music of his rhythm.