• Shout
    Plume worn down, ink empty,
    Paper is still blank,
    Poems written nowhere.
    Shout reaches the sky,
    Rivers, mountains remain calm.

    Drinking Tea Alone
    I am a traveler, alone on the veranda, drinking morning tea
    Vapors rise and dance with fragrance.
    Afar is the silky, tranquil river.
    Sun rises, sweeping away the morning chill.

    An empty autumn
    Under empty sky
    Walking freely
    Among colors