Thursday 8 March 2012: Path
A journey has to be started.
Found this again and I just love the picture it paints.
I sit quietly, listening to the falling leaves--
A lonely hut, a life of renunciation.
The past has faded, things are no longer remembered.
My sleeve is wet with tears.
Ryokan (1758-1831)
As I post this the tune that is playing from the Dirty Three
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