Saihou Jodo

who will carry me to saihou jodo* what to bring there what to wear?    take me to the top of a mountain    leave something behind to forget who`ll build another kogetsudai+ fire my body at the silvery moon?    leave something behind to forget    falling into orbit & spinning space who`ll throw me into ginshadan~ drown all my past in the wet sand?    falling into orbit & spinning space    shutting my eyes in the darkness who will carry me to saihou jodo* what to bring there what to wear?    shutting my eyes in the darkness        take me to the top of a mountain
* paradise mountain in the west + platform towards the moon ~ silver sand sea [silver pavilion, kyoto]

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Adam Fieled said…
experiencing other cultures, writing about them, seeing the world...you're a lucky dave...if only i could get out of tear-wearying philly...or ice-cold new england...or hot-dog new york....
good poem, btw...WE WANT A PRATER BOOK!!! IN THE US!!!!
1/10/2006 07:50:00 am
David Prater said…
Hi Adam,

I feel for you in Philly! At least here in Tokyo it is not snowing. Thanks for your kind words - it has indeed been fantastic to see the world. Today, alas, is my last day of travelling. I`m heading back to Melbourne this afternoon to resume normal services. I`d very much like to put out a book myself ... hopefully something will come along soon. Then, who knows, maybe an east-coast USA tour! Springsteen style!!

best wishes
Davei
1/10/2006 11:04:00 am
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