i was brave when facing this spider, until I learned that within its name was the word, "Jumping"
What’s in a Name? [Kyōka]
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The Immovable [Free Verse]
The Immovable, said to lasso evil & vanquish it with his flaming sword. And I have so many questions... -can one vanquish evil? -what material must a sword blade be made of to fatally wound something so conceptual? -why don't we see more vanquishing these days? [It seems to be an activity that's fallen out of favor.] where can one obtain a conceptual blade to vanquish a conceptual fault? i conclude that it's all made of mind.
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The Taoist [Free Verse]
In the pagoda garden, the philosopher stares into the inky darkness, contemplating its slow flow into the light, reflecting upon the light embedded in all darkness, light that he sees in a glint of moonlight on still waters.
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Across the Valley [Tanka]
the waterfall, thunderous and lofty, is a thin stream from across the valley, and yet i stop & stare
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The Obscure World [Haiku]
on a hilltop, the clouds descending, then the obscure world
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Fungi Mind [Free Verse]
From its perspective, we live in a vacant upside down underworld. It can't understand our terror over death and our obsession with life. Just thinking about it gives it nightmares, heebie-jeebies of being overrun by endless piles of creatures -- endless piles with endless needs. We may wrinkle a nose in disgust at its worldview, but it finds ours positively suffocating. But it forgives us our simple ways, we are just its food, after all.
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Streetcorner Socrates [Free Verse]
A streetcorner Socrates calls out those who grow forests of words -- not because he doesn't love the trees, but because they impede his view, making for perpetual dimness in a mind that craves light. The trick is not to clearcut, but to leave only that which enhances the view.
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Swallowtail [Kyōka]
a swallowtail lands; crashed into by another, it doesn't flinch; ten feet away, I lean in and it flutters away
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Monsoon Skies [Haiku]
Ruins in the Tall Grass [Free Verse]
Nature dresses up the detritus of our fallen civilizations. After all but the most resolute stonework has crumbled, cool faces of stone having sloughed off to leave rugged, pitted rock, all that stands testament to life is the tall grass that sways in the wind.
