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After a grumpy, blocked, not-liking-my-new-boring-work
attack (editors attack! ahh!). I turned to the joy of finding an older poetry
book lost at friends place (gathering kids drawing and such). And so
re-inspired, I bring you a new-old poem from it called, "soul". What I
remember most is the peace I felt as I wrote this. As if the spirits of Basho, Ryokan and Du Fu and
their muse were smiling at me somewhere in a forrest glade. For it is a poetry more akin to the zen art of buddhist quietude and wisdom, a place ever respectful, powerful
in brevity grace and it's clear poetic dissemination, where life moments and parataxis
fly..
