Mary (USA, 31yo, Teacher)

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July:

Antaiji,
a place
for dissolving
all questions,
for diving
into constant
activity,
for becoming
the question
mark
itself
?

Circling the temple,
laying blue heads on the earth,
rain-drenched hydrangeas

August:

Wind whines summer's end,
crickets whisper ardently,
"who can console us?"

October:

The songbirds must leave
But crows continue to bark
into the silence

November:

Rain: graceful, delicate.
But fire's slow, harvest rots,
Tatami's mouldy.

December:

Antaiji,
a place
for finding out
nothing matters
and learning
to live well
anyway,
waking up
into the
'I don't know'
of each morning
and deciding
again
to be here


よろしくお願いします。
Mary Graham, USA