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Poetry
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About Janaka StagnaroTimeline (1960 - ) |
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Crushing Leaves
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Dear friend,
I understand your suffering as you watch all around you, all that you have called dear, fall away from your grasping hands. No one said catching shadows was an easy task. Dear friend, I understand the turning of your stomach as you await tomorrow's return, trying to ward it off with bloodied hands. No one said crossing the road of the roadster time was an easy task. Dear friend, are you not tired of the searing heat, of trying to fashion the goals of the world into ornaments of happiness? Janaka is. He walked through a forest one day and watched the leaves from manzanita trees fall, and crushed them one by one with his footfalls, as happy as a child. What were those leaves? Everything he called his own. Every fear every hope every desire every love. All his memories all the people in his life all the events and circumstances. Infancy youth adulthood and old age. Even birth and death. What was left of Janaka you might ask? Only being a tree, growing in the Silence. Watching. And drinking in the Sun.
2003
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