Wang Wei, Buddhist Poet...

 


Drifting

September skies are clear to the distance
Clearer still so far from humankind.
A heron by the pool, a mountain cloud,
Either of them makes the mind content.
The faintest ripples still and evening’s here.
The moon turns silver, and I dream,
Tonight, leaning on a single oar,
Drifting without thought of going home.

Comments

Top Posts

Coming Together is a Two Way Street

Our Biggest Creditor {China} Tells Us "The good old days of borrowing are over"

Be at Peace Even with a Chaotic Mind...

Independent Conservatism

When and How Will it End?

Historic Decision Reversing Campaign Laws

The Obama Ten Year Outlook

How Meditation Actually Changes Your Brain...

Do You Feel Left Behind by Age?

Just Be...