Caressing a tatami mat
Roughness as smooth
As a lover’s tumble
Or a silent moment
When the past blossoms
In tears for a beloved
And sharply blissful
Fruit of experience
Fall into my endlessly woven
Basket.
I Hear You Calling
Then the Lord said, Speak frequently upon these things….Tatami
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