May 20^th, 2018

I built a thatched hut
deep in the clouds
and find enough joy
in what life brings
I manage to keep a
potato fire burning
and still write letters
despite a lack of schemes
clear and still as ice
I transcend the bounds of time
open and full of light
I encompass the ten directions
but I don't know what
happened outside my door
how many times has spring followed fall