I take it Fuji had bad manners and burped. Good poem Jadi....Charlie

O.o ...O.O wow, i really, really don't have the brain for this. *hug* i'll come back, but wanted you to know i was here. :)

Another visual treat jadi. For some reason I read crawling as clawing. Only on the third reading did I notice my mistake. Crawling is the right tone for the rest of the poem. Great, as usual.

Symbolism is definitely at work in this piece. Unfortunately I am not familiar with any of the names except Fuji. Mt. Fuji, to be exact. *sigh* My mind does not store names well unless they are ones I have worked with a lot or over some period of time.

Georgeous piece, jadi. I am with Wendy, you magnify and multiply the fruits of your journeys by sharing them with us. That last verse is exquisite. Thanks for this artful poem.

This title is "Quietude's Gatekeeper" as it gives us gentle entrance into this poem's heart. "Tetsubin", yes we have one too... a beautiful earth green on a black trivet. The sight of the sandles taken off as is custom a soothing one. I love especially "Nature and the unknowable brew in ceremonies bowl" the ceremonial tea... we have done this in Japan... (the poem is rooted in that rich culture, but transcendent)... it goes beyond that to life's bowl itself... the "Reiki" laying on of hands relieving and healing, and the "sencha" tea enlivening in the traditional manner... I love the mixture of that and the "tepid rain" to "marinade the wit" --tea being such a centuries long integral part of life, learning and culture... the added, characteristic warm light rain brings the scene to sense... the final stanza is powerful and as if the inner power of the volcano is identified with the master... who in hearing his own depth (where all life speaks) causes a gentle, powerful "lightening" (related to lightning--his "bolts" of energy) which dispels the clouds of ill feeling, and also... no storm... but we come through this verse... and begin to know... the gentle hands of..."Quietude's Gatekeeper".

your gift surely will carry me through another day
and I thank the sky for your words, you, your words, my sandals now resting on the stoop