La Vergen de las Colitis

Buddha

White birds over the grey river. Scarlet flowers on the green hills...

...I watch the spring go by and wonder
If I shall ever return home.

- Tu Fu

Chinese flute

The days grow long, the mountains beautiful...

...The south wind blows
Over blossoming meadows.
Newly arrived swallows dart
Over the streaming marshes.
Ducks in pairs drowse on the warm sand.

- Tu Fu, 713-770

The Romany of Hedgerow and Stream

- Philomena van Rijswijk, 2012

Romani

...How will it be to lie in the sky...

...without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?

- May Swenson

Wind sound

In this dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day...

...eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination.  I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.

- Denise Levertov

Seed Growing