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MEO

He has dirty feet;“Washing is dangerouswash much, sicken and die.”He wears a short black jacketand floppy black trousers.A large silver lock hangs round his neck.She has a blue jacketand a tightly pleated kiltof hemp and cottonwith heavily embroideredand weighted black … Continue reading

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GETTING INTO HOT WATER

The forest is dense and undisturbed,the trees high and overshading,the birdsong harsh and shrill,the giant cicadas persistentlike throbbing brass. Paths have been clearedand wooden bridges laidover a latticework of hot yellow streams.These infiltrate the vegetationand send up clouds of steam. … Continue reading

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NEW RECRUITS REPORT TO THE GUARDROOM

On Tuesday after a silenceof three months,suddenly,where the junglethrows evening shadows over the bougainvilleas,all the cicadas shouted out at once;stretching and releasing their tymbalslike the shimmering and vibratingof a thousand silver cymbals. No notices were posted on the trees.No announcements … Continue reading

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TWO TREES

Khun’s house stands impermanentlyby a large and ancient Bodhi tree.This has lent him its shadesince the house was first madeand has spread its branches comfortably.Under such a tree was Buddha enlightened.Hundreds of birds come hereto nest,to rest,to watch the night … Continue reading

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DATTA

In the snow forests of Himavāna,Lake Anodāta simmers like a jewelamong green-black trees,slumbers in the scent of jasmine.Its snow-born waters are deep-blue cool,its silence deeper even than the snowsuntil gik-gak gik-gak gik-gak is heardas Gunaras and Gunarees,gold of skin, half-human … Continue reading

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LISTEN

What is that sound?Like the trailing of a fanthrough a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of airruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwindwhich will strip those leaves from their treesand wrench the trees from the hillsideand blast … Continue reading

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