Many paths lead from The foot of the mountain But at the peak We all gaze at the Single bright moon
On ancient rocks are ancient tracks below high cliffs there’s a clearing always bright when the bright moon shines no need to ask if it’s east or west
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
In the morning as the storm begins to blow away the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me that there has been something simpler than I could ever believe simpler than I could have begun to find words for not patient not even waiting no more hidden than the air itself […]
Stumbling upon the unexpected, you are realized anew. I have been enjoying Martin’s poems on his blog for a while now, so I hope he won’t mind me borrowing one!
Now, as soon as eyes of the hawk, too, darken quail chirp
Don’t draw another’s bow, Don’t ride another’s horse, Don’t discuss another’s faults, Don’t explore another’s affairs.