The Known Unknown
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Izuko yori
Tsubute uchikomu
Natsu kodachi
The summer grove; my
Mind is struck by a small stone
That came from somewhere.
~ Buson
The green of summer leaves in breeze and rain,
The brown and lighter brown of limb and bark,
The darker green of evergreens, the plane
Trees with their scales of light and scar-like dark
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Modalities confer together for
A meaning or for something far more dense
Than meaning, for a silence with a roar
In something like the still, small voice, with sense
Much greater than mere meaning. Something small
Beneath them, something like a little stone,
Plain speckles, two tones underneath the tall
Trees teaches something we have always known
But never grasped. Exactly what this means
Is sealed. What matters are the browns and greens.