Francis of Assisi Has a Word
And Francis looked at every book
I kept in bookshelves all around—
he turned in each direction, every
book becoming as a thread
within his robe, their wealth of words
unraveling in poverty
while Francis simply spoke one word—
that word gave heart—and every book
began to disappear like water
into wine and all remaining
in the room around me was
a wall of empty bookshelves and
the only understanding ever
worth our knowing, well beyond
the definition of those words,
and well beyond the reaches of this poem.
~Son Rivers 2008
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
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