In a meditative state here, so we can, contemplate about the issues of life itself, translated…
After the Willow Wrote the Cursives by the Side of the Water
It’d Asked the Busyness & the Hurriedness that Swam Over from Afar: if They Were Willing
To Lay in the Light of the Autumn, and NOT Care about the
Strokes, and Just be One with the Shadows, Elongating, Shortening
Getting Messing, Alongside the Wind
coming out to the bay, casting, a line…photo from online
And so, there’s, this scent of, getting caught up with how busy life gets, how we’re, so hurried by life and time, how we don’t have enough time in the day, to just, simmer down, and enjoy ourselves in life…