That deed is not well done when, after having done it, one repents, and when weeping, with tearful face, one reaps the fruit thereof. That deed is well done when, after having done it, one repents not, and when, with joy and pleasure, one reaps the fruit thereof.   Gautama Buddha

Monday, March 15, 2010

Sunless

Dear you

In the place I love the leaves are coming in. The world will become full of colour, it will deepen and enrich the world, then fade and disappear, till all that is left is the stark outline of the beauty it once held. Then the people who live there will huddle up in the cold and wish again for the brief sunshine.

I hope your world is brighter without me. I feel only sorrow that I am a cloud when all I ever want is to be a small warming glow somewhere in the picture of your life.

D.

posted by Dr Zen @ 12:54 am

1 Comments:

At 6:27 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dirge.

 

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