A tree of your choice can be seen on the ridge to the southwest, backlit by the dawn’s moonset.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Hey! With the clay you dug out
I fashioned a buddha.
The buddha turned back into clay.
Pointless as the clear skies after rain.
- Ko Un (Korean poet, b. 1933)
I wish I had the Korean version, since this is a translation of the Korean. But this collection doesn’t have it and I can’t find it online.
You tire quickly of such talk - you get doubts.
You're on the outs, tend to balk.
Take a walk.
– an englyn cil-dwrn