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11.12.2006 

Dawnlight. The bricks glow orange, the trees are steaming, the birds wheeling. Yesterday's one-day sit scoured my brain. All day in shashu, all day in silence. Today words feel unwieldy and foreign. Poetry thrumming quietly in the background, waiting to be born. Yesterday morning the rain sang us into the zendo; today there is sun. All the pieces fit together, somehow.

Poetry thrumming quietly in the background, waiting to be born.
I know that sound. I don't think I could ever be content just to listen to it, though.

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