SITTING (REVERENCE MOUNTAIN)
A flock of birds flies up, then disappears.
One last cloud also drifts into emptiness.
The mountain and I gaze at each other,
untiring, until only the mountain remains.
THE FORCE OF LEAVING
Where did the wind take these birds?
Even the clouds have all flown away.
Alone in this mountain of emptiness,
at what point may I also be excused?