​
​At the end of summer.
​When the cicadas
​have ceased their mantra.
​I will look back on
my time in Nara.
​Asking myself was I
​alive or dead?
​From early morning until
​the silky humid evenings.
​My mind and body
​was alive to a
different world.
A world of solitude
and non-attachment.
​The path was clear.
​To live and continue
to wander.