The jade Buddha sits in silence. “Silence carves itself into serenity,”
This is going to be one of my favorites that you have written.

Beautifully penned, S. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Libellule, only a poet as gifted as you can take a jade carving and make it into a journey into the heart of timelessness itself. There is truth here that lives and breathes in the air of your poet’s soul.

John

Thanks… so glad you felt it… this is an AI generated image… but I just got back from a month in Japan… a solemn retreat from things… got a lot of writing done…

Masterfully penned, S. Another phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

You described sight and smell so vividly.

Captivatingly enthralled am I, Dear Dragonfly ⛩

“What,” I ask, “could be a more elegant or appropriate greeting for a poem of “Autumnal Japan” than this ethereally gorgeous, cloud-crowned, enchanting image of Mount Fujiyama, framed by Fall’s gold ‘n auburn leaves, resting peacefully beyond its rolling foothills, blessed by land’s colourful and water’s silvery embracing glory?”

Still, the picture, stunning as it is, serves only to dress the sheer essence of your own poetic brilliance, rendered so soul-touchingly, brilliantly laid metaphorical magick, and emotionally stimulating imagery, with nary an excessive, misplaced, or ambiguously flawed moment.

“While I—pilgrim of hushed light—
stand within permanent transience,
where autumn burns not to end,
but to illuminate surrender.” And, to your effulgent art, do I.

You’ve touched my heart, stunned my senses, and made of me a warmly envious fan.
Arigatō, Nanbāwan No Shijin (Thank you, Dear Lady-Poet)! ⁓ Richard🥋

Beautifully penned, S. Stunning imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian