tapped out, two



Living on Cold Mountain, I got free of the world.

Not even a mantra hung on my heart.

Maybe a line of a poem might get scribbled on a stone wall.

Me, drifting home, like an unmoored boat.


~ LXVII, Han Shan






i am not happy or unhappy

no more or no less

than the mist outside my window






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Written on 2015-03-13 at 11:25

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Going back to form brings back the creativity. You are far from tapped out -- just floating like the mist until you land on inspiration. This is lovely.