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CONVERSATIONS WITH INVISIBLE FRIENDS ( 1st revival)

Called back by a sound
The world remains the same.
Lost, my dreaming mind.
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Grasping the permanent,
Nothing remains but sorrow.
Grasping the secret, the sage
Laughing as certainty disappears.
The Tao is empty of discrimination,
Easy with all things.
The heart is full, then empty, then full.
This is the music of the Tao,
Playing with fullness and emptiness
And making no distinction.

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Breathing in and out
Old men exchanging haiku
River listening

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A wind-tangled self.
Knotted word amid breath
Blown wide open:
One endless view.

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By the riverside
Hunched heron
Wrapped in grey light..
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We shall all,
As they say,
Head south
Soon enough.
No more
Held up by air
Nor by grace.
Dead weight,
Leaden,
Dulled.
Empty is the sky.
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Rainy day today.
Pity its too warm for a fire!
Weaving words into a bag of magic maybe…
Or doze listening to the sound of water running off every roof ……
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But the longing
For all things blue,
The distance that can
Never be touched,
A perfect poem
Penned by another hand.
Gravity is where we are.
Mind floats buoyant,
A little thread only
Prevents an endless drift
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