Stonehouse

 
[These lines from ancient poet Stonehouse echo my own thoughts. 
Translation  by Red Pine ]

 the leaves in the stream move without a plan

the clouds in the valley drift without design 

                            I close my eyes and everything is fine

I open them again because 

                                                         I love mountains

- Stonehouse.#52

 




 

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