Haiku # 566

Non guérit
la blessure a mal à baiser
la bouche de la pluie


With no words to say
the deeps of my longing…
autumn full moon


without a friend,
the face of the moon


Wandering Thought # 65

I despise philosophies that are fundamentally a “reeling against” something, from atheism, to feminism, to all sorts of leftists ideologies, to ideologies born and bred on the hate of the colonialist and conqueror (not putting that hate in itself in question). These, when the time comes, are the first to betray their cause and become oppressors in their own terms.