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Read MoreIn these cracks of old foundation,sorrow sets like mortar—slow, sure, unseen.Each grain of grief, a silent stone,fixing memory to what remains. Rain seeps through years of gray dust,marks the ambiguous wall.What once was pliant earthnow hardens into permanence. Footsteps echo on...
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Superb work.
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Powerfully penned, S. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreIn the hush between palms,steam pens its moist scripture—a rising breath of verdant silence. The bowl warms both hands,like remembered embrace;each sip, a slow return to cloister. Tatami sighs beneath the robe’s rustle,bamboo whisk murmurs devotion—froth of impermanence, foamed time. Outside a...
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Beautifully penned, S. Lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I love the whole ceremony of it. Preparing the tea.
It’s another form of artistic expression in my opinion.
We have a dojo where I work that was a gift from Japan.
We have a koi pond too. Yes, the fish are from Japan too.It’s very peaceful. Even the pic!
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Read MoreIn between words, only breath—unscripted, unspoken—this hush blushes nowas if overhearing itself aloud. Even the gale withdrawsfrom its own roaring,leaves a world slightly ajar,awaiting any consent in being. Two shadows eclipse each other,their touch trembles in restraint,where longing loosens languageand only...
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The darkness of the pic truly matches the piece. We like the idea of dark love we think it’s truer more pure. There is no existence or love without some shadows
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Hey Me… glad you liked it
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wow this is deep and dark ❤️
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In the silence is violence…
Like inner thoughts crashing like meteors in the brain?
This is a thick, gripping write. Like grabbing shoulders and shaking them to see.
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You had me at hush blushes!
And the accompanying pic went great with the tone of this write.
Something about how grainy it is and the texture.
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Brilliantly penned, S. Amazing write per usual my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreIn rows of flame and paper breath,each lantern shares its prayer of ink—lines like drifting blossoms burn,float above all hush in evening. The kanji whisper lineage and truth,echoes of artisans in poem;illumine lines black on white,each glow in the know...
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I felt that last stanza like a sigh. This is beautifully written. Good to see your words on the page again
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This is why one must travel. The doorway into inspiration while being surrounded by the culture.
Japan is on my son’s list , mine too!
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We remember you waking crazy hours to work in the early morning hours, and this isn’t written to sound like we shared the same bed. This is just something we remembered from DUP. We’re still drooling over all of your travels, but to read you is a trip within itself, tight.
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Such beautiful imagery–the lanterns feel alive, carrying both memory and impermanence. The poem glows with quiet reverence.
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Beautifully penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreGolden Fractures A Kintsugi Meditation “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.”—Ernest Hemingway A vessel once whole—now more itself in breaking.Each crack lacks any confession,each seam gleams ever auric,paints sorrow with gold. Fracture becomes scripture,glazed in the...
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The cup of truth. I like how you wrote that even though it is broken, it is its most valid form.
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Hey Fia… thanks
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I love the idea of painting over sorrow with gold.
The rest flowed flawlessly amiga.
It’s great seeing you post:)-
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Hey there… been away for a while…
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Powerfully penned, S. Excellent write my friend, hope you enjoyed your journey in Japan. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Hey D… it was a wonderful getaway… spent a lot of time in Kyoto… entire days in gardens and temples… got a lot of writing done.
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Wabi Sabi
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Lots of wabi-sabi, now ma aware, the rhyme of one word…
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As beautiful a write as it is strong. This is the type of write I search for. Strong, empowering. Hopeful.
I feed off such things, to better my own writing, by the mood created in a write. You succeeded greatly here.
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Fantastic!