Your Words Travel
23 November, 2005
Author: Pondering Red
snow covers the valley,
your hut,
your mended begging bowl.
now you are more alone.
what music do you listen to
without the summer birds song ?
snow falling on snow,
I would say...
your best neighbours,
the clouds,
are angry and brooding tonight.
your words
travel through
time
to me...
in this late november evening,
i wonder about
the forest that surrounds you,
how only those
who are lost
can find you,
how you never want to leave...
you are so free - so free
tonight
you probably listen to the
sounds of rain falling,
as you read ancient words of wisdom
and i
watching
the snow blowing wildly,
read yours,
centuries later,
under the same moon,
longing to be free...
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| Angel in Tears (86.138.131.92) -- Monday, November 28 2005, 10:44 pm I love this poem |
| Pondering Red (65.94.253.2) -- Sunday, December 11 2005, 03:02 am thank you for your comment...i so love the poetry of Ryokan and the pure happy simplicity of his life.. |
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