Musings on Mystery Hill
There’s something in the mix
and disarray of stone
that coalesces on
a lifeless hill, this zone
worth scrutinizing twice,
which speaks of sacrifice.
Some early Celtic monk
who wandered mystic seas,
or Amerindian
ascendant, once the freeze
of glacial shock was past—
scenarios are vast.
A THOUSAND THINGS
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Now that it will be the night of the Harvest Moon, here is an old autumn
waka by Ōe no Chisato: Looking at the moon,And feeling the sadness In a
thousand t...
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