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Cellar door,
open to dry winter,
bid me say, "farewell" that
crisp morning.

I ate my hat today,
not caring about rain.

Nature's child:
clothed lily, fed sparrow.
How much more Eve's daughter?
I shiver.

I fought Buddhist demons,
forsook Shintō kami.

Long ago
Hui-K'o cut off his arm -
deep devotion to leave
samsara.

I saw a trickling stream:
no life, no death, just...Zen.

Author notes

My version of linked verse.

The alternate phrase for "Eve's daughter" is "Adam's son" for the male readers. It's meant that the choices are both there in the same line, one atop the other, but I cannot do that here. Thus, since I'm female, I went with the first.

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  • Blueskywonder
    April 30, 2007

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    This is a thought provoking piece of poetry with wonderful imagery. A pleasure to read such poetry. Thankyou!