The magnitude of oneself,
the hallucinating voices
can overwhelm an altar
Like grinding of gravel into sand
locust deluded by summer
start eating trees
birds lost their songs,
now mere shadows in the horizon
Then you came with your guitar
music and prayers bounce on the walls
repetitional phrases of longing,
a chant of a pilgrim returning
for the first time.
Meteorites are breaking
More extreme weather are happening
I’ll wait for you.
note: link: http://youtu.be/glt58kIGNXg
Unusually warm spring day
I watch
carelessly thrown paper wrapper
tossing in the wind
on the beach
from a distance, laughter
of children playing
I feel a longing
to hear your voice,
look into your eyes
bring back a memory
of “deep orange persimmons
falling from a basket”
little by little
each day that passes
the color fades
One day
I will learn the differences
between Japanese cherry trees
one flowers and one weeps.
note: Today I finished reading The Samurai’s Garden, a relatively old novel, by Gail Tsukiyama.
let your day unfold in moments
open to uncertainties and ruins of the world
~“long experience of love”, once, and intensely.
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