how long has it been since i left home?

david lynn grimes


With so much on my mind

It’s hard to express myself in letters.

How long has it been since I left home?

Old friends are no longer young.

Frosted leaves fall into empty bird nests;

River fireflies weave through open windows.

I stop at a forest monk’s,

And spend the night in “quiet sitting.”


Chia Tao