Pond Skater (in conversation with Matsuo Basho)

My roof is the heaven, where a wanderer can ply the stars. A loner on still ponds— so, let that be my name: plyer of the sky’s seas. Summer sun guides me to the first winter rain, so I can find nature’s peace. What do you think? Let me know in the comments below, orContinue reading “Pond Skater (in conversation with Matsuo Basho)”