The FoolJun 24, 20211 min readDragonfliesAmong yellow flowers, A dragonfly looms,The wind from its wings Showers petals in bloom.Like water from the fateful well, The flowers drink deep and sing; A song that only a fool can tell.
Among yellow flowers, A dragonfly looms,The wind from its wings Showers petals in bloom.Like water from the fateful well, The flowers drink deep and sing; A song that only a fool can tell.
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….