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Footprints in the Clouds

By: EarlB, 1:24 AM GMT on March 23, 2014

Searching for spring all day, I never saw it,
straw sandals treading everywhere
among the clouds, along the bank.

Coming home, I laughed, catching
the plum blossoms' scent:
spring at each branch tip, already perfect.

-poem by an anonymous Sung Dynasty Nun

One thousand years ago
a Sung Dynasty nun
didn't take credit for her
inspiration, her duty not to fame
but to the service of feeling.

I read her words "…straw sandals treading
everywhere among the clouds…" and
I hesitated, re-read, re-read,
read but didn't understand
her imagery.

Was she searching for Spring in the
mountains, along foggy paths or did
she float into the sky, bee-like in search
of her plum blossom scent,
leaving her footprints in the clouds?

She found blossom's scent
and left her straw-soled footprints
of verse in my heart.

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The Wren

By: EarlB, 2:01 AM GMT on March 03, 2014

Little wren,
My favorite of all,
You won't come to my hand,
So I must hold you
In my heart.

My mornings
With your sweet words,
Sing me to Wonder
Throughout the day.

Little wren,
Most loved,
I'll hold you in my heart,
Because we must be

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