Ten Thousand Worlds

by masahiro miyasaka

Thank you, Masahiro Miyasaka

Serene snowfall –

ten thousand worlds arise,

all of them empty, none of them real.

Wind blows and blows,

the sky is cold and cold.

All night I sit alone by the window –

eating walnuts, carving a spoon.

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4 Responses to Ten Thousand Worlds

  1. Sabina says:

    Čudovita fotografija in s čarobnim praškom posute tvoje stkane besede.

  2. janez says:

    tokrat pa-vse lepo in prav, ampak nič več snow, nič več cold, nič več sit alone, saj bo vsak čas vse dišalo po pomladi!! 🙂

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