Fiday, M.: Same Rivers Different

9 Haiku: No. 1. Culture's beginnings: rice-planting songs from the heart of the country.

9 Haiku: No. 2. Above the moor not attached to anything, a skylark singing.

9 Haiku: No. 3. This bright harvest moon keeps me walking all night long around the little pond.

9 Haiku: No. 4. As the sound fades, the scent of the flowers comes up the evening bell.

9 Haiku: No. 5. The lightning flashes and slashing through the darkness, a night heron's screech.

9 Haiku: No. 6. Where's the moon? As the temple bell is sunk in the sea.

9 Haiku: No. 7. Clouds come from time to time and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.

9 Haiku: No. 8. My eyes following until the bird was lost at sea found a small island.

9 Haiku: No. 9. Sick on a journey, only my dreams will wander these desolate moors.

Hands On!

Dharma Pops: Snap yr finger stop the world! - Rain falls harder

Dharma Pops: Rain's over, hammer on wood - this cobweb rides the sun shine

Dharma Pops: The raindrops have plenty of personality - Each one

Dharma Pops: Bach through an open dawn window - the birds are silent

Dharma Pops: The strumming of the trees reminded me of immortal afternoon

Dharma Pops: Evening coming - The office girl unloosing her scarf

Dharma Pops: Nat Wills - America in 1905

Dharma Pops: Useless! useless! - heavy rain driving into the sea

Dharma Pops: The Golden Gate creaks with sunset rust

Dharma Pops: Three pencils arranged, Three minutes, Sambaghakaya, Nirvanakaya, Dharmakaya

Dharma Pops: —

Same Rivers Different

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