{"id":20302,"date":"2011-03-03T03:14:10","date_gmt":"2011-03-03T08:14:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/20302\/book-days\/"},"modified":"2011-03-03T03:14:10","modified_gmt":"2011-03-03T08:14:10","slug":"book-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/20302\/book-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Book of Days"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>This morning rain\u2019s falling on mute garden <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>As if it meditates during this heavens gift<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Imbibing\u00a0 Life Water in such a\u00a0 deep respect<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Stanching its great thirst after\u00a0 long fire days<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>A yellow spider has woven carefully<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Its subtil mandala, where diamonds fall<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Sacred ephemeral, to capture just\u00a0 in time<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>As pure sand drawings\u00a0 from so far Tibetans<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>This morning rain\u2019s falling and I feel such a peace <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>As if I vibrate in moisten red\u00a0 leaves <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Waiting was so long, to watch dying summer <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>And so great my joy for this new born autumn <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The air smells\u00a0 humid ground, and all colors, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Of hosts around are freshly revived<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>By nuanced greens and hot hearted browns <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Same souls, new lives, so that please to god <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>This morning rain\u2019s falling and I close my eyes <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Nothing will be the same, nor tomorrow, or ever <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>This moment is mine, and joins, silently <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The great book of days, I open in secret<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Book of Days &#8211; ENY <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning rain\u2019s falling on mute garden As if it meditates during this heavens gift Imbibing\u00a0 Life Water in such a\u00a0 deep respect Stanching its great thirst after\u00a0 long fire days A yellow spider has woven carefully Its subtil mandala, where diamonds fall Sacred ephemeral, to capture just\u00a0 in time As pure sand drawings\u00a0 from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20302","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20302"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20302\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}