Hearing a crow with no mouth
cry in the deep darkness of night,
I feel a longing for
my father before he was born.
-Ikkyu
cry in the deep darkness of night,
I feel a longing for
my father before he was born.
-Ikkyu
June 27, 2007
June 3, 2007
Old horse
baby wrens hopping
along the deck railing
days pushed along with
poetry and tea
what a useless old horse I've become
along the deck railing
days pushed along with
poetry and tea
what a useless old horse I've become
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