I walk around the streets,
and bend to the shadows dropped.
A ground swell of solace,
half lying, half sitting.
Like a scent, spread everywhere –
I smell it, I taste it.
Just calm remains,
sitting with me.
And small is beautiful.
Mindful in Hohhot
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 