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Jul 04, 2009
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A Japanese Shrine
I feel an ancient quietdescending on the remnantsof my punch blown mind,caught in its mill-stonewhere petty circumstancegrinds out the consequenceof caring too much. The cultural peace oflong-dead civilisation;denizens of followerswho lived another code,and spoke another tongue,filling the air with theirpassage of time. Locked in every screen,and crafted pagoda,with polished woodand gilded tile,Immortality isset in a tableauof ornamental greenery,water and sculpted sand. The temple bellsounds a solemn callthat echoes through the orderedpaddy fields andfragrant peaceof tended gardens. Here human handis like the breezethat busies lifeupon each sodof hallowed ground,but leaves no markto break the calmand willing sleepof ancestors.
— professor, Jul 04, 2009
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Kailashana
17 years ago
i am immortal said the
professor
17 years ago
Dance away Anna
Cloudthings
17 years ago
Why should I not be free to read & find the beauty of what I rea
professor
17 years ago
Thanks so much Anni
weirdelf
17 years ago
Exquisite,
professor
17 years ago
Thanks Jess
weirdelf
17 years ago
I reply with few words because I can.
Seren
17 years ago
Keith ...
professor
17 years ago
To be honest JayC its not a new poem
Seren
17 years ago
Keith ...
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
Keith
professor
17 years ago
Thanks Jess
Kailashana
17 years ago
Though I haven’t been to
professor
17 years ago
Thankyou Anna
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
I just had a thought....
Kailashana
17 years ago
Hi Jess, yup my brother
professor
17 years ago
This was not a comment about Eastern Philosophy
Kailashana
17 years ago
ok, i should have minded my
professor
17 years ago
Hi Jess
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