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    A Steep of Tea

    In 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

    • 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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    Kiss of Silence

    In 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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    Lanterned Script

    In 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

    • 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!
      Thank you for sharing:)

    • 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.

    • Such beautiful imagery–the lanterns feel alive, carrying both memory and impermanence. The poem glows with quiet reverence.

    • Beautifully penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    melancholy

    melancholy comes calling on me with solemm feelingslooking in I see my sadnesssomething is troubling meanxiety grows and it's understoodmy tenderness is affected by a world so darkgentleness within promises to keep me closemy Father with his assurancespowerful and...

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