Walking Through Myoshin-ji
Straight stone walks
up lanes between mud walls
...the sailors who handled the ships
from Korea and China,
the carpenters, chisel like razors,
young monks working on mu,
and the pine trees
that surrounded this city.
the Ancient Ones, each one
anonymous.
green needles,
lumber
ash.
VII, 81, Kyoto
from POEMS BY GARY SNYDER
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Hi Princess. Indeed the world is a small place after all......we meet again after a long long time and qutie by chance......i don t know if u remember me I used to frequent your space on windows live spaces..........i had two blogs there borngifted and luckysanjana........ive visited you here as well but it was ages ago when you just started this place up .....and then just lost theurl...........and today just like that saw a footprint you had left on somebodys space...........i only got here on blogspot its so good to see a familiar face...........remember that Haiku...........a rose for Elise??????????/
beautiful!! those flowers and the poem.
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