The Tao of Word 8
Standing on my lap, this eagle
looks at me with childlike searching.
Talons faintly stroke my face
as if observing each expressive
curvature or cranial
horizon. Eyes the depth of sunlight
break into my own. Vision
sharper than the edge of love
itself is soaring through my bones.
~Feugill Poirier 2008
A DIFFERENT WIND
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In the collection known as the Shin Kokin Wakashū, there is a very old
autumn waka by Fujiwara no Suemichi that seems appropriate for this time of
year: Wh...
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