i no longer care

i am in the middle of an idea.

it is like a river always flowing.

at the top are blessings like rain

on a clear bright day, and on the

ground are glistening dew,

like diamonds. On the right side

are trees filled with ripe fruits,

and below them are bushes

filled with yellow flowers. On the

left side of this river, are stones,

and cliffs, and crevices, and

at the height of all these silence,

is the call of the west wind.

There is a confusion somewhere.

But there is also a certainty like

the brightness of the sun. I am torn

between these two choices.

I am in the middle of this idea.

Like a river, i continue flowing.

Like the driftwood, i no longer care.