A stroke of luck.
No mind, never mind
Clarity and unknowing
With my flute to Kami Shrine
Sound precedes us
Thunder in the leaves
Aspens a bunch
Rise in tall grasses
I tremble with them
I found my face
In a mirror
Far from home
Trail winds toward town
From the corner of my eye
Stupa follows
I slap at flies
And mosquitoes I slap
Myself silly
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