Some dream of fame and fortune.
Chasing the lifestyle of others.
That serves to keep them captive.
Like icy rain on windblown days.
Never reaching anywhere.
Others live in despair.
At least in the accounts of their mind.
And there are others
who follow a path.
But it takes them further and further
away from the waking world.
As for me?
I have coffee, books, ink to write,
a desire to help others.
And Chinese friends
who read books in English.
Beyond this….
Well, there is no ‘beyond this.
There is nothing made in
this world that I desire.