A neighborless cottage at the edge of a forest,
society and its neon lights nowhere to be found.
Wild birds perform orchestra on the roof;
cats and dogs frolic to-and-fro on the lawn.
Cookware sits still inside the kitchen;
groceries abundantly available in the pantry.
Every meal on the table is eaten with gratefulness,
for the wish of something better doesn’t arise.
The grand piano stands silently in the corner,
wishing to fill the room with its notes.
Sun shines downward, night lamp shines upward;
sometimes beauty reveals itself in the dark.
Whether there is activity or passivity,
all things start and end without interference.
The creature called “tomorrow” doesn’t exist,
for the “today” is complete in and of itself.