The River Listens to Ikkyu’s Heart (JG)

 The river listens to Ikkyu’s heart. 

There is silence there, 

the drift of morning.  


The river wonders 

where the memories are, 

the moments of Ikkyu’s life that

he will hold in his hands 

on the day of his dying.  


The river wants to know 

but knows Ikkyu will not tell it.  


It knows Ikkyu 

like every man and woman 

that comes to its shore 

is a mystery as great as death.  


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  1. Maryrose CarrollSeptember 11, 2021 at 4:43 AM

    "The moment of Ikkyu's life that
    he will hold in his hands"

    Don Genaro dances his life as he dies....Carlos Castenada

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