Slowly pull, pull

Threads of honeysuckle

Through close of trumpet

Put your mouth there

Nectar clinging

Into the darkness

Through womb of cold pines

I go alone

Bringing back

A bowl of chaste snow

The sound

Of a frog

Pond

Burning leaves

The rake

Hanging

Serene sky

This hut

Standing still

Nets

Of Nagasaki fishermen

Mended

A mountain

Cathedral of peace

 

Sky a woodblock

Pine

Blue moon     

                           

 Ah, birds whom I love, I love, I love.

                                 Sakutaro Hagiwara

Coming home

Asleep on the bed

My cat

Full of piss

One old clog

Type

 The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.  {STROKE}

 Consider the counterintuitive color of the fox with the irony of the dog that won't hunt.

"Kiss... Please"  SIRMIONE, LAKE GARDA, ITALY

The quixotic brown cow jumped over the lazy moon--fuhgeddaboutit.  {KEY}

Based on a nursery rhyme, this is more intuitive...all vowels appear in fuhgeddaboutit.

hunt-and-peck

Grandfather: They rode to freedom. And as dawn arose, Westley and Buttercup knew they were safe. A wave of love swept over them. And as they reached for each other... [closes the book]

Grandson: What? What?

Grandfather: Nah, it's kissing again. You don't want to hear it.

Grandson: I don't mind so much.

Grandfather: Okay. [opens the book again] Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. [closes the book] The End.

Grandson: Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow. 

Grandfather: As you wish.

                                               --William Goldman, The Princess Bride

The story of how you are here.

Read it again to me tomorrow.

The story of why you are here.

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