Thursday, March 23, 2017

Notes to Lady Murasaki - March 23rd, 2017

A mystery of folded time
crossing the wild and careless sea
paper boats sailing safely before
a wind of blue iris
a voice so sustained, so low
          and the murmur of a bamboo flute
caressing your message on silken paper
          covered again and precisely marked
living calligraphy,
Lady Murasaki

                    “I was here; I knew beauty.”

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