|Posted on May 1, 2012 at 10:45 AM|
The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty. Consider living creatures -
none lives so long as man. The Man fly waits for the evening, the summer
cicada knows neither spring nor autumn. What a wonderfully unhurried feeling
it is to live even a single year in perfect serinity.
- Kenko from Essays in Idleness
Categories: Haiku and Poems