WHYGARDEN sixty-two
Accustomed to the silence and freedom of solitude
Thoughts wander through
Water, air, time
Fleeting winds strike the edge of the earth
Flecks of light in the darkness
Over mountains and across ridges
Gliding past at one's feet
Bringing traces of inspiration
Those restless emotions
Slowly dissipating with the dark clouds
Right now
Beijing is hit by hail
At the tail end of May
Black lightning strikes the white world
Tiny ice pellets fall upon
The clamor of May
The world goes quiet
As if in a moment of trance
This world—black, white, gray
Layers clear and distinct
Like right now
Shut out the noise
Listen—the quiet heart is speaking
RECOMMEND · SPACES
WHYGARDEN
Time Well Wasted in Spring Light
If we never make time for the seemingly useless, how are we to spend our finite lives?
WHYGARDEN
Spring Stirs Above the Clouds
If noise is not your way of life, enjoy the quiet of answering only to yourself.
