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| Haiku master BASHO |
Elemental ecstasy – yes, that’s the feeling. A bliss so simple
yet powerful that it finds and fills even the deepest pockets of
emptiness within me. Here, in
this quiet lagoon that is so authentic, I
am safely cocooned from a world that is so artificial.
With
my back leaning against my sloop’s mast, I survey a panorama that
would delight a hunter/gatherer rowing by in his dug-out canoe
hundreds of years ago. Off
my port-side, a predator bird perches alertly on a high branch, and
up past my starboard bow a dormant volcano peeks through the morning
mist.
I
sailed here seeking escape and solace. Too much study of the woes of
this world, and too much failure at lessening them with the medicine
of words, had drained me. I needed the replenishment that can only
be found in solitude and silence.
