Monday, August 13, 2012

Forgetting to go home


Since middle age I've been
A most enthusiastic Buddhist
Now that I'm old I’ve settled
Here in the mountain country
Sometimes I get so happy
I have to go off by myself
There are marvelous places
I alone know about
I climb
To the source of a stream
And sit
To watch the rising mists
Sometimes I come across
An old man in the woods
We talk and laugh
And forget to go home.



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