the bamboo adobe

i sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
playing the zither and whistling long.
in this deep wood no one would know -
only the bright moon comes to shine.

translation taken from Poetry Connection
http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Wang_Wei/18435





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haibun for God

the dim bulb light, shower the walls : the warmth touches my skin
remember the evening sunlight, cut across room : touches my heart
laying at bed, alone —my soul —restless : for You to keep
... goodnight God ...

Cimahi - 19.09.2006

empty shell

like an empty shell of a sea snail, the beauty of it reflects God's handcraft
but inside, it's empty, nothing but whispering wind of the sea

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