night deep as dark water
wind that beats the trees with hard fists
a late moon rise that catches me up
with graceful hands and soft fingers
night, be my sister
It was spring when you climbed the karst mountains,
And the whole earth bloomed as you passed by.
for Pos Moua, 1969-2020
In the quietness, with nothing to accomplish, there is only direct experience.
I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.