Drinking Wine 1—After Tao Chien
Aware of the Waves
Sometimes I conveniently forget
I’m nothing more than energies—
not blood and guts or mind,
but quantum strings and waves
as infinite as all the seas.
Don’t get me wrong—it’s not at all
materialistic, as if I know
a centillionth of the facts,
but one of mystery
and feeling this experience.
The random reach of willow trees;
the tug of body hugging body;
the birth of river girls;
the dream of constellations;
coincidence and trains and stations.
~Son Rivers 2007
A DIFFERENT FOURTH OF JULY
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I have looked for a suitable poem for the 4th of July this year. I examined
several old examples. All the while, however, there was a very unpleasant
feeli...
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