With so much on my mind,
it’s hard to express myself in letters.
How long has it been since I left home?
Old friends are no longer young.
Frosted leaves fall into empty bird nests;
river fireflies weave through open windows.
I stop at a forest monk’s,
and spend the night in “quiet sitting.”
translated by Mike O’Connor
Beautiful.
Glad you liked it.
Very peaceful and a sense of longing. Beautiful.
Glad you liked it.
desolate…
Sometimes that’s what it is.
Home sweet home, huh?
For most anyway.
Yeah. You’re good at what you do.
Thank you.