These landscapes of water and reflections have become an obsession. It’s quite beyond my powers at my age, and yet I want to succeed in expressing what I feel.
The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers,
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
Pity! The southerly trees have shed their leaves.
Nobody comes to appreciate the mountain’s beauty.
Tomorrow I too will float away.
My reflection gone from cool streams.
When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
If there is magic on the planet, it is contained in the water.
We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.
You are water
we’re all water in different containers
that’s why it’s so easy to meet
someday we’ll evaporate together.