Monsoon

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Alone at noon in the courtyard shade.
Heretically, I'm "facing wine" on a Buddha Day.
I read the poetry of Han Shan and Shih te, 

contemplating the Taoist and Ch'an/Zen mountain traditions.
Silly Willy the Cat and I listen to birdsongs in wonder, 

and the occasional breeze is so unexpectedly fresh.

Then the rain.
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-Zenwind. 

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