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For Ikkyu

Posted: September 7, 2014 | Author: | Filed under: buddhism, people, poetry, states of mind, writing |Leave a comment

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Spoon strikes cup,

Sound made flesh

 

Each time the door opens

Something is given and given up

 

 

 

Upon waking: The corpse dances

In the empty casket

 

Rock on the ground

Moon in the cosmos –

Breathe this.

 

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