The Way I Go            

Longing–
to tell how I long,
the more I long.

Go without a word,
and yet,
once–just this once…

Crows on that mountain, crows in the field,
because the sun sets on the western hill,
they busy themselves with crowing.

River in the front, river in the back,
the flowing waters
hurrying themselves to lead, and to follow,
flowing, flowing, swiftly the rivers flow.