happiness in the morning

khashif chaudhry

 

Happy in the morning,

I open my cottage door; a clear breeze

blowing comes straight in. The first sun lights

the leafy trees, the shadows it casts are crystal clear.

Serene, in accord with my heart, everything merges

in one harmony. Gain and loss are not my

concern; this way is enough to

the end of my days.

 

Wen-siang