Every morning me... Just after having my tea ...is back on my roof, With my new book, as an excuse, But I'm back to my work... My work - Of reading the stories written by the fog on the face of mountain, Of catching the momentary scrape on my body by the cool wind which won't come again, Of understanding the songs of birds, Of understanding the leaf's whispers to the buds, Of stealing the colors, & pleasant aroma from flower, Of listening the river's love hymns... Every morning me... Just after having my tea, ...is back to my work, My work of collecting all these words of nature & composing new rhymes, My work of giving these rhymes love's aroma & peace's color, My work of being a title giver, My work of being a nature lover!!!
I am crystal: the molten river flows I cannot shatter I will not bend The gods have touched me illuminated my countenance with the fires of ten thousand furnaces No waters will ever extinguish their flames
I am crystal: at the center a translucent nothingness shatters the solid light and shivers off rainbows
Sleeping in a silent forest night sky come and swallow me whole I promise I won't protest These stars may fill my tired soul And these trees, oh, how I love thee Lush and green, dark and eerie This is where I long to be Here is where I'd never be weary I put my life onto the earth Dig myself a hole for a bed This is where lies all lifes worth Here everything is, I miss nothing I haven't had
Roots may pervade me, leafs shall cover And in my stead another will grow I will dissolve in the arms of my last lover And of all misfortune it will never speak nor will it show