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| ~ Unraveling the monk’s robe / his Ariadne Thread a gift to us / “come follow when ready, I have written a poem for you…” he says ~Trace ~ Embracing his Spirit ~ He explored many paths of ancient roads... some traveled, some lone He spoke clearly in balanced tones... seeing with his ears and sight by his nose Rooted in great silence between graphite and sage ~zen mode~ Yojinbo was many things to many people~ to me he carried the weight, marched the walk He was our warrior on mountain... leaving his scribe on each of our hearts My precious memories of Jinny's origami folds ~ Jemfyr |
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Beautiful, Jem. I was fortunate and honored to be the recipient of Mister Yojinbo's kindness and generous encouragement. He was among the first people to call me a poet which meant more than I can express in words. I am so sorry for your loss. *Gentle Hugs*
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