This little boat of mine, truly a lone leaf,
and beneath it, the sound of dark swells:
I keep paddling in depths of night, drunk,
pleasures of home, bed and desk,forgotten.
At dawn, when I ask about the road ahead,
I’m already past a thousand ridges rising
beyond ridges. O where am I going here,
this Way forever leaving ever returning?
Never arriving, what can we understand,
and always leaving, what’s left to explain?
translated by David Hinton
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Always leaving,what left to explain…..marvelous.good expression.
Glad you liked it.
Thanks.
I just saw the news from Turkey, and wanted to let you know that I’m thinking of you, and hope you’re safe.
Thank you, Melinda. Was out but got back okay. Coup failed here and things are back to “normal”.
Before you posted this reply, I saw that you’d liked one of my Instagram photos and I took that as a sign that you were OK. Stay safe!
We all need to stay safe these days.
Echoing Melinda, hope you and yours are safe!
Thank you. Coup failed. Order restored.
Those first lines went straight to my heart-
Thinking of you tonight and praying and hoping for your safety
Thank you. Peace restored here.