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Drops of Emptiness
My heart is cooled
by drops of emptiness.
Suddenly I see
my boat has crossed the river
and reached the other shore.
Soft sand, empty beach,
old promises...
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That Distant Autumn Morning
Seven years.
I can still feel the fragrance of sandalwood incense.
And your image, Mother,
is as vivid as ever.
It was an Autumn morning,
sunny but cold.
You decided to go back
to thee place you had come from.
Shaking the bodice of your long, worn-out dress,
you put down the heavy burden
of pain and sorrow.
I did not cry.
The world looked so strange.
You left with your heart still bleeding.
My monk's robe was caressed by morning wind.
The sunshine was a golden color.
The sky was blue.
The hills were high.
And there was your small earthen grave, newly made.
When the few who stayed behind with me left,
I talked to you alone about life.
My heart was completely broken,
but I was at peace.
You suffered too much, Mother,
your existence weighed too heavily on your shoulders.
Seven years.
Since then you have come back to me many times.
and each time so alive.
Today I shed a tear for you of remembrance and compassion.
I want to share your pain and sorrow
with the heart of a child.
Still carrying existence on my shoulders,
I go back to that Autumn morning,
that distant Autumn morning,
filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense.
You se, I am now on that high hill,
embraced by the bright sunshine.
Do stay with me the whole day, Mother.
I do not know where the events of life will bring me tomorrow,
but I know you are truly here.
My true love,
I want to cry silently,
my head covered in my two arms,
every time I go back to the sweet motherland of childhood.
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The Good News
The good news
they do not print.
The good news
we do print.
We have s special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive,
and the linden tree is still there,
standing form in the harsh Winter.
The good news is that you have wonderful eyes
to touch the blue sky.
The good news is that your child is there before you,
and your arms are available:
hugging is possible.
They only print what is wrong.
Look at each of our special editions.
We always offer the things that are not wrong.
We want you to benefit from them
and help protect them.
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk,
smiling its wondrous smile,
singing the song of eternity.
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow
and preoccupation
and get free.
The latest good news
is that YOU CAN DO IT!
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