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The First Locust
passing the stranger and feeling loneliness–– first locust singing on the mountain Part of the walking meditation in Tennessee, I distinctly remember the feeling of having an entire mountain to myself, and when another person appeared being filled with a profound sense of loneliness which caught me entirely off guard, and surprised me. The fact…
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Seventeen Mosquitoes
Mono no awa re Compassion for things spring arrives late no one swats the first mosquito Essentiality one rain–– his pond my mosquitoes Fueki ryuko Changing and unchanging day breaks rows of goslings shooing mosquitoes Equivalence have you never seen snow,…
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