Nobody, Songs of Nowhere

 

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So on, sweep. So on, sweep.
Shan shui, Shan shui.
The rushing water passes by
Mountains reaching ever higher.
Down, down to my knees,
Buffing cloth wiping round, and round
Circles soft, glowing wood.
Floors beneath where I once stood.
Crawling now I recognize
My nothingness beneath these skies.
Songs of a nowhere dynasty
Engraved on the tomb of nobody.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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3 Responses to Nobody, Songs of Nowhere

  1. amabear says:

    puts me in mind of your description of the zen of housecleaning. very cool.

    Like

  2. kirizar says:

    This one is haunting. Every time I think I understand it, I read it again and it slips through my fingers. I like that.

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    • m.a. wood says:

      I was striving for intense depth found in the simple task. The poem is seeking, attempting to express, continuous movement while maintaining the awareness of the center, and I suppose that I was also attempting to hide how furious I become in moments where I feel rebellious over the insignificance of human existence in the grand scope of things. Thanks for the feedback.

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