Wandering back to the house
Raindrops on fresh cherry blossoms
Green bamboo by the secret path
A wisp of past like smoke
Still winter here I forgot
A chill in the old red dragon room
Cold air on my bare painted toes
They welcome me with the news
Journeys to places I already knew
Long forgotten sorrows that never were
New life in the trees happily stupidly
Scurries scuttles and skitters
Winds bring blessings
From far up and out
A peace lay hazily
Over the blue river
Horizons have changed
High hills all around
Mind settles deeply
In a bright quiet bliss
Come home again
As rain scours earth
Rinsing away the dust of ages
To leave only a glow
Diary of a Pilgrim 