NOTES ON READINGS BY MIYAZAWA KENJI

You must not love in so religious a mode

That is where two spaces overlap

Absolutely no place

Where we beginners can stay

Infinity energy male

Chromosome female

Metamerism

Tushita heaven

Sacred nourishment

But that’s my vague silver illusion

After walking all night to get there

Chalcendous clouds

But remaining uncured

A different space that I do not feel

All these propositions are asserted

In the fourth dimensional extension

As the attribute of imagination and time

White polarization

(Will this change)

(It will)

(Will this change)

(It will)

((How about this))

((It won’t))

Tertiary period

Hydrogen plasma

Third spatial region

Lithium

Four dimensional milky way dream train

Scorpio red gem in the sky

Blue stars of Lyra

Bitter orange burnt

Protuberance

Gohonzon

There dark cumuli raise, like portraits

Image of the directionless libido of

Ancient troglodytes

… The sea the color of illusion

Sadly yet nostalgically

Bites into the chest of the spring of continence….

….the cross meet point of two tides

That often separates out sea fogs…

The waves are repeated specular reflections

Of quietude, glittery dots, and angles of different species

The ground which, as one walks,

Forms small disfigurements

May well be compared to gel

That was a dream long harbored,

First in India

Precarious accommodations

Lapis lazuli enshrined

Cuckoo singing on the path after death

The gate to the new womb

You know how it goes

At first kind of sorrowful

Then bit by bit getting joyous

This is the last train on the entire line

It doesn’t care whether there’s a signal or a tablet

You can’t jump on, it doesn’t let you on if

You can’t jump off

It’ll take you all the way

Pseudomorph

Milky lustre

A sorry organ of dual sensibility

Suggests a legacy of some sky worship

Or a custom traceable to some mountain sect

Whatever it is, no one would overlook this scene

Only as an accident produced

By a mere practical scheme

A cloud of red parasol is shooting up

Half melted sparrows pass

Remembering, the wind blows

…. I try but I can’t sleep….

(Come let you mother into your sleep)

The mountain a single chameleon

Indigo blue and sorrows

And various pigment particles

Appear, disappear, there, busily

If you cast aside

What you’re in love with,

Soon you will be in love with love

I mutter to myself, desolate.

I turn to see where I came

every phase of the field and sky

has a duplicate copy in you

…may the transparent power

of clouds and winds

be transferred

to the child…

NOTES ON READINGS BY MIYAZAWA KENJI

ariyahjoseph

Corvallis, United States

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