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A holy river runs through us –

the river of life –

With its twists and its turns,

and the sea out of sight.

(early morning misty light

scatter these dregs of the day away –

O! the unbidden tears!)

Flotsam and jetsam

of years pass me  by

I swirl in a whirlpool

I float in the sky.

(the azure blue heat-haze sky

of  childhoods , all gone by).

Down in the depths,

murky and drear,

I listen to the heartbeats

Taste the fear….

Let's swim against the current –

in a tangle of weed – 

Let's stop in a hurry – 

It's love we need.

Foating along at our bull-rushy ease

stare at the sun, 

begin slowly to bleed:

A life, undone,

Under old father sun.

  • Seppuku (Japanese: 切腹, “cutting [the] belly”), sometimes referred to as harakiri (腹切り, “abdomen/belly cutting”, a native Japanese kun reading), is a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment.

◄ The Resurrection of the dead

Duhkha* ►


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Fri 27th Mar 2020 00:10

I feel like a Ronin John.

For I am the master I lost.

This has brought tears to my eyes.

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John Marks

Wed 25th Mar 2020 13:56

Thank you Cathy and Keith.

The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Matsuo Bashō

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Wed 25th Mar 2020 00:51

Wow John! You have penned another powerful poem. This one flew me to the gates of heavens and dipped me in the bowels of hell. Life, what a roller coaster ride! You have an exceptional gift. Thank you for sharing it with the world. ❤️🔥🌟

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keith jeffries

Tue 24th Mar 2020 20:50

This poem flowed as an seamless garment with such good rhythm.

Thank you for this

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