My recent attempt at a poem for the Sweeping Lady of Tiayuan has had various responses from 'I like it!' to 'Where's the cryptic Andrew?' (Glen Phillips). Here's an extraordinary chant version by poetryetcer contributor, biloxi andersen:
Holiness
's an automn breath
And holy
's her work
Amongst the trees
And holy's
Her head more than
A temple
Or a Dragon's lear
And holy's
Her face more than a
Fearsome face of a
Death ahead
And holy's
Her **head** more than the (a)
Fearsome death
That lies ahead
A slightly earlier version was posted as a sound bite ... Here's Ziad chanting it
http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/10/11/280447/holymic__002.wav
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