Tuesday, 18 March 2008


The vital water, silting and moistening,

Compounds the good ground.

The fecund seed, broadcast on the earth

Clung in the good ground.

The theivish birds jibbed at the nets

Shielding the good ground.

Roots writhed down, toward the procreant water

Imbuing the good ground.

Toward the sun sprouts pullulate

Out from the good ground.

Master, garner the mellow fruit

From your good ground.

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