There's something in my spirit that forever aims for the Other Shore.

In my "samurai" life, I never had to draw a sword.

In my life as "fisherman-farmer," I often went hungry.

Yet, in both, I always had something else that sustained me.

 

Courier.

Mountain Guide.

Old Blind Drunk.

Midwife.

The Other Shore was always on my mind.

 

This time around, the Other Shore is the song of opposites.

It arrives as a pattern that goes against the tide of these times.

 

The world accelerates.

I slow down. 

The world becomes loud, angry, cacophonous. 

I become more silent.

Everything marches toward the illusion of hyper-connection.

I pull back and slowly cut ties.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / Pure Land Poetry

sound: "Luminescence" / Particle Horizon / Synphaera Records

 

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