There is no need to choose between a bird
or the sound of wind when both are present.
The grass does not care if the sun is shining
or the clouds gather their thoughts for a storm.
A glass of water waits without opinion,
neither thirsty nor longing for something more,
while the moon sits above, distant and silent,
indifferent to the shape of the clouds below.
It’s the way the world moves when we aren’t
looking, when preferences don’t rise like waves
or reach their arms to the sky in search of answers,
as if they could choose between the day or the night.
The world asks nothing, offers nothing in return.
It simply moves on, without hesitation,
like a stranger in a room full of faces
who does not notice when the door swings open.
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21 Poems Of Reflection
PuisiA compilation of reflective poems I wrote upon reading Miyamoto Musashi's book Dokkōdō (The Way of Walking Alone). The 21 principles in his book inspired me to write the poems you're about read here.
