I CAME TO
THIS SPRING FEILD TO PICK VIOLETS BUT LOVING THE FEILD SO MUCH I'VE SLEPT
ONE NIGHT.
TANKA BY
YAMABE NO AKAHITO (AROUND 700)
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I think I
will rest a while.
To write
the phrase makes me pause. How much am I thinking? How much is my thinking
keeping me from resting? How much is my thinking about my thinking keeping
me from resting keeping me from resting?
Maddening.
Isnt' it.
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About what have I
been thinking?
About what
you are thinking naturally. I've been thinking about what you are thinking
about what I'm thinking. Are we thinking the same things?
I'm wondering
what it is you want.
But since
I'll never know for certain, I'll forgo your wants and
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trust you
can satisfy them on your own. Trust me I trust you.
I've found
a new location. The definition satisfies what it represents so I think
I'll call it home.
The problem
is giving notice.
Then I think
I will rest a while.
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