This morning, shortly before waking up, I fondly remembered my last evening reading, so enjoyable... sort-of realizing the miracle of reading, spreading of thoughts and things...
Silly me!
A short, haiku-like "thing" took form in my sleepy mind from the mists of the night...
I don't know why, yet after 52 years of reading and enjoying every page I read ever since, this early morning I felt blessed and grateful...
Reading: I'm sailing
the river of light
and knowledge.
In awe.
Feel better... also if Matsuo Basho, the Japanese master-poet, is someway angry and deluged in his graveyard;-)
