The Great Bamboo Mountain Forest Hermit
“Without warning, the wizard walks by. . .”
Black Sabbath
The trees are alive like pets, and they wag their tails at the hermit
as he walks by, on the pig trails
above the “gathering place”
and the former swamps of Waikiki
he looks down upon mankind, rushing to their jobs and schools
he holds his magic bamboo staff and listens to the winds
the winds play acoustic music in the bamboo forest
of his home
he listens to the clicking of the magic brown/black bird
that acts as the ears and eyes of him
he knows what each click and sound means
and the same can be said of the bamboo forest
as it plays it’s wind driven drum solos for no one but him
the hermit walks and rests and walks
the hermit with the bamboo staff
who lives in the bamboo forest
Born in Burbank, Raised (hell) Phoenix, Living/Loving in Hawaii
On this island with the Chinese girls, wandering the shores and mountains.
I love the rhythm of the wind in the bamboo, the palms, the pines. You captured it all beautifully!
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