Whether I am
walking or I sleep.
The world comes and goes.
Nothing can hold it back.
Some seem unsatisfied
with the hills, streams
and busy streets.
And look around
for fortune telling.
Standing alone,
or writing alone.
I delight in the moments,
simple and ordinary.
On hearing the morning
cry of the magpies.
Or watching the wind and clouds.
roam around the city.
Everyday is new to me.
Awake or asleep,
there is nothing more.