Wet clouds fall in fine drops swirling in the wind;
Eaves drip vagrant pools onto black flagstones below.
Brightly glowing, the moon without a word, rises
up over the brushwood gate.
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by ovia
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Mind clouds hover around
lofty mountain peaks,
towering pines whisper with
rhythmic flow of wind.
In darkness, there is light,
In shadows, there is
shining clarity.
Like the clear, still
waters of
The Big Lagoon
wrapt up in mists when
ocean fogs roll in,
endless eons dissolve into
nothingness, each melted
into the other.
In this illumination,
all straining, all striving is
forgotten.
lofty mountain peaks,
towering pines whisper with
rhythmic flow of wind.
In darkness, there is light,
In shadows, there is
shining clarity.
Like the clear, still
waters of
The Big Lagoon
wrapt up in mists when
ocean fogs roll in,
endless eons dissolve into
nothingness, each melted
into the other.
In this illumination,
all straining, all striving is
forgotten.
