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So beautiful are these writings
I've kept with a vast keeping of
black and whites filled with
greatness and nothingness-
collectively.

An excerpt from-

THE PILLOW BOOK OF
SEI SHONAGON

TRANSLATED AND EDITED
BY IVAN MORRIS

I.
In Spring It Is the Dawn

In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light
creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps
of purplish cloud trail over them.

In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but
on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when
it rains, how beautiful it is!

In autumn the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close
to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests in
threes and fours and twos; more charming still is a file of wild
geese, like specks in the distant sky. When the sun has set, one's
heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the
insects.

In winter the early morning. It is beautiful indeed when
snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the
ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or
frost, but it is simply very cold and the attendants hurry from
room to room stirring up the fires and bringing charcoal, how
well this fits the season's mood! But as noon approaches and the
cold wears off, no one bothers to keep the braziers alight, and
soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes.

COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY PRESS
NEW YORK

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blame game blessing

sitting
hours on end
glued to this screen
ingesting beautiful poetry from the vault
empty fridge
laundry piled high
blessed assured
it's clearly all of you's thoughtful fault

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Ice-cube tray

Full of mycellium
Richness of blue
Comes right on cue.

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what I miss about karen...long ago

most often
what I so dearly miss
is that
pure
loving
tender kiss

the kind
that came out
of nowhere..
influenced
by purpose

the kind
that could take
a long day
of my misery
and melt it
into a gently
flowing stream
of something
other-worldly

the kind
that could make
me feel
like everything
here on earth
is exactly as
everything
should be

the kind
that
softly
silently
profoundly
cried out
I love you
and
I care

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The Unknown Date

It's of an
uncontrollable time.
There...just...
to be waiting
for Spring (sigh)
I've not
waited for the
lush Earth
the buds upon
the Maple.
I guess- ever,
so I hath something
new today in
the cold.

The frozen milky
snow to all be
drunk and the
sweet breeze
to dry the rocks
and hills.

Then on the
true greens of
the fertile soil
the beginning
of the end
begins again.

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Cabin Fever......

Saved a blue jellybean today
From his arch-enemies
Acid and enzymes

Named him "Puddles"
Put a collar on him
And together we walked home

Puddles has taken to his new
Surroundings rather well
And the neighbors just adore him

But the only thing this
Stubborn-ass, blue mule is good at
Is "staying"

So Puddles and I had a
Heart-to-heart
And cleared the air

And from that gentle session, I learned
If I breathe on Puddles just right.....just right
He will ever so kindly oblige and "roll over"

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.......
Sweet, blue Puddles
You're a keeper

-sl

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LOVE is patient;
live is kind.
Love is not jealous
or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist
on its own way; it is not
irritable- or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong
but rejoices in the right.

Love bears all things,
believes all things, hopes
all things, endures all things,
Love never ends.

This is apart of a beautiful picture
all set in pink roses in bloom
that I had given my Dad long ago
that has just came back to me.
Sher-ing the love my Dad gave...
to me, xo!

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primum ictum

I

For the longest while
I didn't think
I had anything to say.

Then, it occurred to me
that maybe the problem

was there was no one I

wanted to say anything
to. Now, I'm not so sure,

either way,

but I'm listening more mindfully,
and hearing words yet unspoken,

again and again,

and with such resounding clarity
at times that I am moved to write

the thoughts I think I have heard

II

Part of my reluctance,
if you could call it that,
to be my own bellringer
for the longest while,

it was decades if a day,

arises from the knowledge,
of which I am fairly certain
following years of informal
field research into the issue,

that it has indeed

all been said before, and
probably said better than
my meager poetic means
will ever come to muster.

I saw no point, then,
in being derivative,
knowing well
that was all
I would
ever
be.

III

Any self-imposed silence, I knew,
would be unoriginal. But I was no
Stoic in my having-nothing-to-say,

nor would I ever be confused
with a silently suffering saint.

Even with not a thing to say, I always
found injustices to make noise about,
if only to draw attention to my plight,

which, to my recollective secondary sight
looks as unfocused as it was unfounded,

but at the time it seemed real and imposing
enough for me to raise a serious stink about.

IV

What gives a bell its tone
is not simply the material

of which the chime is cast,

which, otherwise arranged,
would only clank or clang.

Rather, it is the void defined

by the placement of material
wherein emerges the ringing.

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Happy Gun Appreciation Day....from sea to shining sea

We do not care-
That much is clear.
Not enough
Of us care
Anywhere.
We are not wise-
For that reason
Mankind dies.
To think
Is much against
The will.
Better-
And easier-
To kill.

-langston hughes' poem "war and wisdom"

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Acceptance...

God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
so when my actions are stupid
They hardly take God by surprise

-langston hughes

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