Sweet Silence Of Time © Surazeus 2025 01 25 Listening to rain splatter on maple leaves on the mountain slope by the rocky stream, Kuro stares blindly in the moonless night. Holding the warm black stone in his left hand, he hears kerplash in the old silent pond when the frog leaps into silence of time. After writing poem on paper of his heart that describes wind blowing in leafless trees, Kuro eats persimmon sweet as lost hope. Though cicadas cry near the river shore, wrens noiselessly hop in the wind-blown grass and swallow their song in silence of time. "My life is brief as the cold moonless night," Kuro whispers to the wren on the sill, but I will wait till the moon shines again." When gold sun rises over hills of pine, he sees face of his father in the pond that shimmers with breath in silence of time. Red shadows of autumn evening transform into three men with swords that glint with fear as stars appear bright in the window frame. When the hawk descends from high mountain pine, Kuro twirls and swipes blade of courage quick that gleams drops of blood in silence of time. On sweet plum blossoms splattered with red blood dawn sun of hope shines with sudden surprise, exposing footprints on the mountain path. Thin layers of mist swirl slowly in pines as red plum blossoms fall on dark still lake, concealing sorrow in silence of time. Reaching out his hand with cautious intent, Kuro catches water from morning rain that spills from cup of the camellia. Gazing at the ripe plum cold in his hand, he listens to blue rain talk about home composed of blossoms from silence of time. When bush-warbler on handle of the hoe sings in plum-tree village by the field fence, children crowd around hut where Kuro sits. Bamboo-grass shadows on thin sliding doors flicker while he plays shakuhachi flute which enchants their hearts in silence of time. Voice of the river increases soft roar as Izumi climbs mountain trail of hope, wild-cherry blossoms spotting her black hair. White butterfly returns to thin plum branch as Kuro embraces his wife and cries, and they kiss to seal sweet silence of time.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Saturday, January 25, 2025
Sweet Silence Of Time
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Orpheus follows enchanting tune of the shakuhachi flute along the mountain trail carpeted with plum blossoms past the pond where the frog watches him.
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