Flocks of birds have flown high and away;
A solitary drift of cloud, too, has gone, wandering on.
And I sit alone with Ching-ting Peak, towering beyond.
We never grow tired of each other, the mountain and I.
translated by Shigeyoshi Obata
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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Leonard Durso 
Nice to see your work again. 🙂
Thank you. I came across an old poem of Li Po’s I typed on an index card years ago and thought it needed to be shared. So here I am again.
Welcome back. 🙂
Good to see you’re still kicking!
As high and hard as I can. You, too, I see.