bluemoon

...
all is merely talk which isn't singing
and all talking's to oneself alone

but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence

~ee cummings

Greeting swallows, the warm wind is soft and mild;
moistening the blossoms, a slight rain sprinkles spots.
mid a single strand of smoke [you] are content;
stealing leisure in the dust of the Nine Boulevards.
~Huang T'ing-Chien