An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.