If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
Look for the answer inside your question.
Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I'll meet you there
When you are everywhere, you are nowhere. When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.
I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved