‘When you look at the moon in Wu-Chow, think of me one thousand li distant.’ – Li Po
‘In fall, the willow tree recalls its bygone glory.’ – Namagusai Tazukuri
Summer drifts behind the clouds
as the autumn sheds its skin
and howls wildly into the crisp of the
the moon shines upon the winter
while spring slumbers and dreams of
the yellow tint of April-
seasons linger and fall like the rushing
years drift along the wind like the scattering
of a thousand leaves…
another gone, another sleeping patiently,
waiting for its time to open eager eyes-
we all drink from the same cup,
our wine as sweet as our intention*
Much Love and Respect to all.
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