By day, a daydream ponderer who never gets his fill – by night, a barefoot wanderer who’s wandering still. With the bamboo wind and my golden rain-tree, what a lucky refugee I shall be.
You must not complain about dust. Dust becomes cloud becomes rain becomes forest becomes life, so you must not complain about dust as you wipe it from a table, books, shelves. May there be an empty space in the palm of my hand, where… Continue Reading “Dear Diary”
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John Lennon’s Imagine, and Bob Dylan’s Blowin’ In the Wind are both songs that – when the music is stripped away – reveal themselves as powerful poems. They have both stood the test of time, asking the heavy…