Again it comes, like a stone
Caught in the wheel, like a fire
Leveling the valley, overturning
A life’s perceptions.
No monasteries remain,
No stacks of irreplaceable content.
The student learns he must begin
With only a few leaves left to study.
They are first pages, turning over
And over in the empty wind.
Musical composition by Victor D. Sandiego
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. His own work has been published widely in such places as The Chiron Review, Pretty Owl Poetry, El Portal, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. Visit him at sethjani.com.
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