...a reimagining of my own sonnet Ishiyama-dera from 2019...
As cherry blossoms bud and wagtails throng
where Ishiyama-dera holds my heart
I soothe my soul and sing my secret song
Within its walls the words of gods prolong
our wisdom to divine and shape a chart
as cherry blossoms bud and wagtails throng
Yet under skies our uncloaked minds are strong
wherever beauty flows or dreams may dart
I soothe my soul and sing my secret song
These forests, streams and mountains all belong
to industry and poetry and art
as cherry blossoms bud and wagtails throng
While men break faith and evils wreak their wrong
and daughters weep before a charnel cart
I soothe my soul and sing my secret song
The priest bows low and strikes the temple gong
but I am lost in reverie apart
as cherry blossoms bud and wagtails throng
I soothe my soul and sing my secret song
RJT
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