I don't have to be the best swimmer
as long as I know how to stay afloat
I fear neither the winter nor summer
faith is my unfailing boat.

My poem is not ready
meantime, I should read others' poetry.

There's no reason to hurry
  though the weak rays of day are fading away
  I'm weary but shall walk gently
  home is the heart--it has the final say.

A delicate blade of grass, a tiny reed, a frail leaf, a drooping flower,
a vapour, a dew-drop, a disappearing cloud, a last ray of evening sun,  a fading colour, a feather, a breath, a word, a languishing song, a sad smile, a blink, a shadow, a speck in time, a droplet in life's ocean, tears, solitude, aloneness, namelessness, a soon-to-be nothing--  this is what I am.

I have nothing--all that I can claim as mine is my humility.

Because I have a purpose,
the furthest distance is of no account to me-
patience will help me through every travail.

Your humility makes life take a closer look at you
despite its indifference and nonchalance in the past

The acceptance is the cure