Fiday, M.: Same Rivers Different

9 Haiku: No. 1, Culture's beginnings: Rice-planting songs from the heart of the country.

9 Haiku: No. 2, Above the moor not attached to anything, a skylark singing.

Hands On!

9 Haiku: No. 3, This bright harvest moon keeps me walking all night long around the little pond.

9 Haiku: No. 4, As the sound fades, the scent of the flowers comes up the evening bell.

Same Rivers Different

9 Haiku: No. 5, The lightning flashes and slashing through the darkness, a night heron's screech.

Protest Song

Automotive Passacaglia

9 Haiku: No. 6, Where's the moon? As the temple bell Is sunk in the sea.

9 Haiku: No. 7, Clouds come from time to time and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.

9 Haiku: No. 8, My eyes following until the bird was lost at sea found a small island.

9 Haiku: No. 9, Sick on a journey, only my dreams will wander these desolate moors.

Dharma Pops: Snap yr finger stop the world! - Rain falls harder

Dharma Pops: Rain's over, hammer on wood - This cobweb rides the sun shine

Dharma Pops: The raindrops have plenty of personality - Each one

Dharma Pops: Bach through an open dawn window - The birds Are silent

Dharma Pops: The strumming of the trees reminded me of immortal afternoon

Dharma Pops: Evening coming - The office girl unloosing her scarf

Dharma Pops: Nat Wills - America in 1905

Dharma Pops: Useless! Useless! - Heavy rain driving into the sea

Dharma Pops: The Golden Gate creaks with sunset rust

Dharma Pops: Three pencils arranged, Three minutes, Sambaghakaya, Nirvanakaya, Dharmakaya

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