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Dear Friends,
What is open? What is closed? What vistas and facades live within us and without? For the month of March, here is a poem offering for you:
My Name Is Ah
As my body erodes in the golden wind, I practice extending the realm of being alive
into a more panoramic view.
As I breathe in mist, dust, and air, I marvel at how we mirror one other.
How is even possible, then, to find the beginning or end of anything?
Inhaling questions before they form into words,
I exhale this life like a breeze blowing through the clouds.
This borrowed breath, a prophet of so many mysteries yet to come. Ah…
Yours, in yet another season of wonder,
Jeong Ji
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