Branches fuse to boles reach sky
reiterated beams the sun informs to burls
from dense silence sword ferns burst into Varied
Thrush’s song, sorrel afoot at the base
of the edge of a tree that fell
when Longchenpa or Dante breathed
from a seedling sprouted in the time
of Sophokles.
A breeze almost unheard
flutters red alder at the river.
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