I want to write to you, But the right words won’t come to me. It’s a restlessness inside, A burning without smoke, A flood uphill, A strife against the void, This urge to write to you. But words, the right words, won’t come to me. * I must write to you, I feel I must, … Continue reading The Right Words
A quick glance at yonder tree reveals A trunk, boughs, branches, leaves, some roots, and maybe fruit. But looking deeply, as the Buddhists say, Discloses more than leaf and bark, Discloses sunlight, water, air, earth, time, space, The planter, his forebears and his offspring, Countless animals and minibeasts that at one time or another, Have … Continue reading Look At Yonder Tree!
On your deathbed, it is said, You will regret not the things you did, But those you didn’t do. Not the places you have seen, But those you’ve never traveled to. Not the jobs you’ve held, But those you wished you did. Not the lips you’ve kissed, But those you always wanted to. If this … Continue reading Regrets
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