Cloud Moving Hands
By Cathy Song
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Cloud Moving Hands - Cathy Song
Lady Mappo Enters the City of Samsara
Lady Mappo Enters the City of Samsara
Lady Mappo enters
the city of Samsara
one more time, this time
less worldly, intent on
making a little progress.
Prone to lapses, she
experiences fruition
of past conditions,
committing an indiscretion
with a former lover.
Whatever had been
left over between them they
burn in a single
encounter at a roadside inn,
nocturnal travelers bound
by the confusion
of sleeves, old entanglements
curled like loose hair
on pillows her maid gathers
the morning after. She sweeps
discreetly, protects
her mistress, who delivers
into this life a
child she cannot keep, a child
inexplicably wanted.
To continue life
as it is, knowing the child
exists, burdens her.
She flees to a nunnery,
seeks solace in the absence
of luxury, maids
replacing a soiled sock,
unrolling at the
feeblest yawn immaculate
blankets, attending to her
ink-black, floor-length hair,
now brutally shorn, prickly
as the thin straw mat
that bristles through her tender
dreams. As a child she watched
the gardener pluck
leaves off the moss-framed pond.
He serviced his days
raking the water like a
beggar retrieving coins.
No sooner would he
turn than a wind would scatter
more leaves. Even then
she thought how meaningless to
glide from room to room, artful
and arranged, so
beautifully attired,
behind paper walls.
She was a leaf on that pond,
polished like a mirror,
a beggar thrashing
for coins. Relinquishing the
child she prays May I
be reborn again as your
mother. To this end she works
diligently, writes
letters for the nunnery,
copies sutras, scrolls
undulating like sea kelp.
Ink-black strands tattoo her skin.
Her vanity at times
outshines her piety.
The finer weave of
her garment stirs jealousy,
shimmering undertones of
indigo silver.
The others hang slack, dull gray.
Stealing gruel from
a sleeping nun's rice bowl, she's
caught, and the Abbess sighs.
Life, the cruelest
teacher, will catch up to her.
While others chant May
I be reborn into the
Pure Land, she whispers May I
be reborn again
as your mother. Diverting
from the single flame,
she follows a mixed
auxiliary path, lights
more than her share of
incense. Difficult to be
born into human
form, difficult to be born
a mother, the chance to make
amends with another.
When the child hears the story
of the nun who spent
a life of chosen exile
at a temple close to where
the child was raised,
who chose to return to the
loud and teeming
city of Samsara in
the coarse manifestation
of birth giving, he
knows she is his lost mother,
the shrine of his own
inconsolable longing.
The boy vows to follow her
into the next life.
Accumulating enough
merit by virtue
of her loss, she burns past debt,
and is reborn a housewife,
with ordinary
aspirations for a child
so curiously
sweet she often wonders what