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Monday, May 16, 2011

Hai-unCouth

Lyric Dao of an Asian
Mountain Recluse

-for John St. Andre,
with nods to many dakini poets


No longer drawn to lush. Less
to Rumi or Mirabai. Finding myself
nearing the end, wild about spare

Though, of course, at times ecstatic
Tantric. Whirling one’s hair.
Embedded in the all-embracing feminine

But I’ve ranted at Pops. Taken my Zen
shots at Tooth-Mother naked
feverish & koyaanisqatsi

Aging, it's time to savor tanka
&, at last, a homeopathic dose of 
mystery’sTaoist antidotes

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