nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
SOMETIMES SPEECH, SOMETIMES SILENCE…. - Sometimes it is better just to be quiet: The more talking and thinking, The farther from the truth. Cutting off all speech, all thought, There is nowhere t...
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