Treasure Island

wabi sabi

(1973/07/13 / tokyo)

One True Thing


one true thing
I take seriously
I go after it
sharpening it up
come rain or come shine
even if nobody knows I care for it

I wouldn't even notice weather and season change
that much I concentrate on it

a bird spots me chirping
someday I'll be found in a warm sunshine

because
every star in the sky has no boundary
rain has no boundary to move
waves come toward me
I swim against them
I'll take my pace not to get tired, not to give up going further


and I hope I will learn
spring has no boundary
I try to look around
lights get my eyes black out

what I am about to see next
hopefully it is spring
my first spring

Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2012
Edited: Thursday, July 26, 2012

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