morning birds calling:
wake up. greet the day. it waits
for no one, old fool.
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Flower and Song: the flowers - the gifts we receive; the songs - our offerings we leave behind. These are my public markings of both, offered in gratitude.
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- el poquito
- Barn's burnt down / now I can see / the moon. ~ Masahide samurai-poet (1657-1723)
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Ah...spring!
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