Basho AnA Poem by Ken e BujoldThe whole
world condensed to three
lines, 5-7-5 Buddha beats
of mind.
Meld of
runneled water and thin air,
time’s mist unwinding.
A winter wren
chirps, a lulling
breeze of wisdom, centuries
native
yen to know the
moon’s mystique, what is/what
is not/just is.
The itinerant
keeper swaddled
under brace of simplest straw
thatch
speaks to
those who will listen,
seek harmony, not answers. Ken e Bujold © 2023 Ken e BujoldReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 8, 2023 Last Updated on May 8, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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