to t.t.l.
I listen to the pounding of the night temple drums
the ever beating waiting for the morning’s rising
something subtle buried deep below the thinker
and roaming drifting high above the thought.
I listen to the answer of a thousand thousand questions,
the pulsing heartbeats in the treelines black on sky,
the words beyond the words, the blood beneath the [...]
for j.h.
“Confucius bowed at the palace gates nine times, according to the ancient style, although not modern practice. Soon after, it became modern practice.” –The Mencius
Frost ringed glass, tightening streams
of ancient light, sailed years–
splashing off my mirror,
pushing through my eye–
then ices breathe through slowly,
as withered branches trace the sky
and the earth crunches, wind’s wild murmurs [...]