Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, there are still two cups at my table.


Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~


Sunday, June 26, 2005

Freshly Cut Grass

A cold beer never tastes quite as good as it does just after the lawn has been cut.

Having cut the lawn,
A cold beer beckons to me.
Watching. Drinking. Rain.

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