The Peddler's Widow

Tired legs. Strengthless hands. Take me home To my bed. Long to sleep.…


Delirium

In the silence, in the quiet Green waves gently lap the shore. Dark rocks…


Barren Rain

The barren rain makes me wet It grows no crop. The concrete street – hard…


The Young Monk's First Day At The Monastery

Pitless Darkness Endless thought. I see a light! I see it not. The more I…


Prayer

Good and evil, day and night. Love and hatred, black and white. Under all…


Indian Monsoon Evening

Cloudy sky - a dirty grey. Oppressive heat. Almost dark: the end of day.…


Flagstaff

On our way, in the car He cried, "Want to play with snow." So we bought a…


Dei Mundus Deo

There were three buildings. The old red brick building with the wooden…


163

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you…


162

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at…