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I found Basho sitting on my night stand.
He was measuring the distance
plum blossoms flew
when blown by an Autumn wind.
It was an exercise,
a mental confrontation
of spirit and nature
that is often mystified
into confusion.
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Why is it
that the resonance
from the meeting of a frog and pond
leads most to a mythical,
non-existent god?
When it is enough,
and real, to
listen and appreciate
the dynamics of tingling synapses
and neurons leaping
across chasms
in a conscious mind.
To be in awe of the beauty
of the leap.
To sing the notes
that ripple out of the waves.
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Found Basho’s ancient pond;
saw his huge frog leaping with
resonance and splash.