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It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
Washing Kai in the sauna, The kerosene lantern set on a box outside the ground-level window, Lights up the edge of the iron sto… washtub down on the slab
Old Woman Nature naturally has a bag of bones tucked away somewhere. a whole room full of bones! A scattering of hair and cartilage
Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
At the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and ...
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
Beat-up datsun idling in the road shreds of fog almost-vertical hillsides drop awa… huge stumps fading into mist soft warm rain
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days r… Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies.
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
Every tan rolling meadow will turn… Freeways are clogged all day Academies packed with scholars wri… City people lean and dark This land most real
A few light flakes of snow Fall in the feeble sun; Birds sing in the cold, A warbler by the wall. The plum Buds tight and chill soon bloom.