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There is no cloud There is no wind I sit beside the pond The swimming fishes, light, I, flower, water The pureness of the cluster of life My mother reaps the sweet basil Bread, sweet basil, cheese, a cloudless sky, wet garden petunia Within the garden flowers: Salvation is at hand Over the footbath in a copper bowl what caresses the light pours... more »

There is no cloud There is no wind I sit beside the pond The swimming fishes, light, I, flower, water The pureness of the cluster of life My mother reaps the sweet basil Bread, sweet basil, cheese, a cloudless sky, wet garden petunia Within the garden flowers: Salvation is at hand Over the footbath in a copper bowl what caresses the light pours The ladder at the garden corner, brings morning on earth, A smile hides behind everything The time’s wall has a hole through which my face is seen There are things, which I don’t know I know that I will die if I cut away a leaf I ascend, rise to the peak, I posses wings and feathers I can see in the darkness, I’m brimful of lanterns I’m brimful of sun and sand I’m brimful of vines I’m brimful of path, of bridge, of river, of wave I’m brimful of the shadows of reeds in the water I’m brimful of the movement of that willow tree at the garden’s end How my inside is empty Smiley « less