Today’s skies are perfect for a clear
flute and singing koto. And touched
this deeply by those laid under these
cypress trees, how could we neglect joy?
Clear songs drift away anew. Emerald wine
starts pious faces smiling. Not knowing
what tomorrow brings, it’s exquisite
exhausting whatever I feel here and now.
translated by David Hinton
Being Present for the Moment
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I guess that as we think of those we have buried we are reminded that it is our responsibility to see the beauty around us as well.
I think that’s a good response to the poem.
Absolutely right.nobody know about tomorrow.we should enjoy every moment of present time.
So true.
Yeah.