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How Poetry Comes to Me

 It comes blundering over the
  Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
 Edge of the light

<  Gary Snyder  >


 
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I'll meet your there." 

< Rumi >


 
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