There are kindred spirits.
Soon, in Maine, green grass and colorful flowers.
All by themselves.
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
―Mud everywhere.
Soon, in Maine, green grass and colorful flowers.
All by themselves.