Primeval (4) | Old-growth forest, Columbia County, within th. | Flickr1024 Ã-- 683 - 446k - jpg
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Sometimes
Sometimes the call of a bird
Or the rustle of wind-blown leaf,
Or a barking dog, barely heard...
I am taken by laughter, then grief.
My soul flies back, aeons past
This life and so many others,
To a time when we all clove fast,
This bird and the wind were my brothers.
My soul becomes the tree,
A whisp of cloud, then a pond...
When, transformed, it comes back to me
Ripe with questions, how should I respond?
-- translation by JJM
