Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, 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 ~

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Raking the Leaves

Raking the leaves.
Imposing an order,
Leaves or me?



Paul said...


Nice poem!

Rick Matz said...


Anonymous said...

Peas on a fork is perhaps a little more ordered

Rick Matz said...

I order peas whenever I can.

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