{"id":185,"date":"2018-03-03T14:06:17","date_gmt":"2018-03-03T14:06:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/svendavisson.net\/?page_id=185"},"modified":"2018-03-03T14:06:17","modified_gmt":"2018-03-03T14:06:17","slug":"nola-zazen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/nola-zazen\/","title":{"rendered":"NOLA Zazen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Zendo near our house in Maine<br \/>\nthe sound of the han echoes off trees and hill<br \/>\nand large rock where Gato-Roshi\u2019s ashes lie.<\/p>\n<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-185 gallery-columns-1 gallery-size-full'><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1350\" height=\"1013\" src=\"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0564.jpg\" class=\"attachment-full size-full\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0564.jpg 1350w, https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0564-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0564-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0564-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0564-1200x900.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1350px) 100vw, 1350px\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p>The songs of birds chattering and trilling to each other<br \/>\nthe mournful coo-ah coo of a pair of doves<br \/>\nand the cutting craw of a crow<br \/>\nthe lone doe sidling her way silently<br \/>\nthrough the remnants of harvest<br \/>\nthe resonant tonal croak of a bull frog in the pond<br \/>\nthe strike of an early rising carpenter\u2019s hammer.<\/p>\n<p>Here, the morning framed<br \/>\nby the warning of heavy equipment backing up<br \/>\nthe rhythm of a train behind the house<br \/>\nbroken by the sharp sound of poorly lubricated iron<br \/>\nwheels\u2019 screech on rail as it makes the turn<br \/>\nedging by the decommissioned naval station<br \/>\nthe backhoe digging through gravel, shells, and river silt<br \/>\nrepairing the gas lines beneath the street<br \/>\nthe occasional siren from the fire substation<br \/>\nat the end of the next block<br \/>\nworkers\u2019 voices raised over the noise of machines<br \/>\nfive horns of a tug in the canal<br \/>\nand the answering clanging bell<br \/>\nas the drawbridge goes up<br \/>\na car with bad muffler and loose belt waiting.<\/p>\n<p>Behind the sound of rock on steal,<br \/>\nthe sounds of two birds singing<br \/>\na dog barks<br \/>\nanother answers<br \/>\na feral rooster crows WAKE UP<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Desire Line<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-185","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","missing-thumbnail"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/185","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=185"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/185\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":187,"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/185\/revisions\/187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/svendavisson.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=185"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}