The atoms of all
this earth contains were fused in
stars' cores, even this
earth---all from stars: food for thought;
for the soul, a sweet morsel.
Kyakuchuu
aka
Starward
[*/+/^]
Author's Notes/Comments:
They tell me that the great Haiku Poet, Shiki (October 14, 1867--September 19, 1902), was bedridden in 1897, and in 1901 was wracked constantly and consistently by enormous pain; yet he continued to produce Haiku, and to raise the standard of Haiku in Japan to the high levels it enjoys today. Although I prefer the form of Tanka to Haiku---I am too verbose for three lines and their seventeen syllables---I admire Shiki's achievement as the Poet and the human being that he was.
Silenced by awe. Just . .
Silenced by awe.
Just . . . wow. I could expound upon the metaphysical torrent that gushes from your striking, distilled thoughts, but that would be gilding the perfect lily.
Again, silenced.
Thank you so very much for
Thank you so very much for such a complimentary comment. And I too am silenced in reply, silenced by the grandeur of your compliment, and humble in its light.
Starward