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As though painted
high above, on the craggy cliff
on
a great (gray) rock
silk
shelters an aged (gnarled) pine
where twisting upward
a saffron centered flower
nods at the morning sun
shadowed greys and greens
and streaks of white
dappled boulders, jutting
into the abyss
--a crow’s (loud long
caw) caw caw call resounds through
darkened canyons---
(deep, dark inside me music stirs )
---patches
of snow in forgotten corners---
---bent bamboos in lost canyons---
---peaks and precipices---
---canyons and crevasses---
---caves and cairns---
among the stippled shadows,
your image
is perceived
and grasped by my mind
searching
the contrasts of day and
moonless night
silk and colored inks
--a dog's (whooo wooo
wooo) wail reverberates among
the rustling trees---
(steep, stark moments of music!)
---icicles of light hang
on the grey mountain walls---
---drops of water ooze
from fissures and trickle to the gravel below--
an ancient wordless song!
(sweet, sharp ecstasies of music
explodes within me!)
---the surface bulges, jellied earth pulsates,
mind and image melt and
merge
as
in the simple hut
through whose open door
yellow light streams
(though we cannot see
it from here)
deeply lined and calloused
hands, as of the earth itself, throw marbled mud
upon the squeaking wheel
shaped of earth and desire
the formless becomes receptacle
for the ferment
that is our share of divinity's
spark
in the lower right hand
corner of the scroll
the poet,
drawn with ink and brush,
sips from his cup and
welcomes the muse
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