“The moon and sun are eternal travellers.
Even the years wander on.
A lifetime adrift in a boat,
or in old age leading a tired horse into the years,
every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home.”
"Changing winds, Blowing smoke from my chimney over me I stand there letting the foul wind wash over. As if to repent, the same wind blows, over my heart, A peaceful calm."
