February 01^st, 2026

He’s been living outside of convention
For a long time now;
While everyone else
Is so busy striving,
The lone traveler
Is at ease by himself.

In his pouch there is nothing at all.
When he walks,
He takes a cane for a companion;
When he talks,
He has the rocks for an audience.
If you ask him what his religion is,
When hungry it’s a bowl of rice.

Wen-siang (1210-1280)