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Upon a time I courted reason but its season fell awry debate and conversation crumbled words upon my tongue and logic’s eloquence ran dry ..

on my tatami tea and a springtime morning holy communion

In the mountain pond lilies crown their noble stalks spread their leafy robes as green and darkened jewels fathoms deep were my loves eyes ..

Verily I say to you You gaze at shadows and not Truth You see the flower and not the root So beguiling this alluring dance bewitching y..

my desire is a madness to linger in your delicate blend of naivety and artfulness a fragrant recipe of frailty and prowess that I may ..

all’s recycled in the press of Time yesterday’s rolling desert now rises in a lean gazelle a mountain’s jagged rock is..

Poet’s laurel crowns every sage unwinding the serpentine skein of thread that weaves the many colored cloak of metaphor’s fine and myst..

The ripple of gentle wings softly enfolding the little bird comforted as darkness enclosed Her feathers as jewels dipped in shimmering light ..

Death folded my wings now higher I soar past mountains rivers and hidden things I too am hidden ‘tween flowers and ..

I found a reason today near the craggy hilltop where sparrows play in the babbling rill that washes me clean sprinkling your laughter..