It was only yesterday that I clicked on a Translate button to read a Japanese post. Today I see a Chinese post with English translation right below. Beautiful stuff.
Any conversation
a constant, existential pull
so old I couldn't tell you the end
or draw its shape
between kind acceptance
and striving, struggling, writhing, climbing
learning, growing, discontent
"do you feel this way, too, at endless war with longing itself?"
but the birds and trees and ants and wind
in their own marvelous design
don't reply

