Thursday, April 14, 2011


Somewhere the ginkgo grows
And waits reflecting,
Remembering when the human toccata was a forgotten myth
deep within the metaphors they sought an eloquent synthesis
manifesting it as the kami of all things
carried in that great wave that rose like the river archeron
and fell, with the spirit of Gaia granting them Volta:
 return home to that ancient eloquent forest
where the jin of origin welcomes with open arms
and the kodama beckon to that beautiful place
that always feels like, home

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