Alone I savor wild flowers tucked in along the creeks,
and there's a yellow oriole singing in tree top depths,
spring floods come rain swollen and wild at twilight
no one here, at the ferry, a boat drifts across of it self.
-- wei ying-wu
Do you ever wonder why or how you come across things? Lately I've been feeling adrift. I've been spending time at the park, listening to the birds, looking for the spring wildflowers, sitting by the water. Contemplating things going on in my life right now.
I took the dogs for a walk yesterday and came home a different way - a way I haven't been in a long long time. I found this "graffiti" (for want of a better word) spraypainted on a wall. It touched me deeply.
It makes you wonder about things - why did I take this way home? I didn't set out to go that way, I just decided at the last minute. It's amazing to think that something written so long ago can touch me so deeply. (Wei Yingwu c.737-791)
Have you ever had something like this happen?
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