In this beautiful world, I have no desire to die,
I wish to live in the midst of men.
In this sunlight, in the flowering forests
In the heart of all living things may I find a place
Incessant is the play of life across the earth
With its perennial waves of union and separation, laughter and tears.
Weaving songs from the sorrow and happiness of man
I wish I might build an immortal realm.
Or failing this, I hope I can claim a seat
Amongst you for as long as I live
Composing songs like flowers that blossom ever afresh
For you to gather in the morning and noon.
Accept these flowers with a smile, and then alas!
Cast them aside as they fade and die.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
There may be millions of people in this world;