Before my bed the light is so bright
it looks like a layer of frost
lifting my head I gaze at the moon
lying back down I think of home
translated by Red Pine
Being Present for the Moment
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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I’m not exactly sure why I find that so brilliant, but I do. Food for thought.
I actually love this poem and have posted three different translations of it by Seaton and Hinton, too. Some poems just speak to us in ways we just don’t quite understand.
Love it!
Glad you do.
This. I love the night, I love the full moon and sometimes it’s hard to tear myself away but I love my sleep and so I’ll do this.
Yes, rest is important.
This was very good.
I’m glad you liked it.