arriving at simplicity is a very complex process
(i saw in the mist a little village of a few tiled roofs and joyfully admired it.)
there's a stream, and there's bamboo,
there's mulberry and hemp.
mist-hid, clouded hamlet,
a mild, tranquil place.
just a few tilled acres.
just a few tiled roofs.
how many lives would i
have to live, to get
that simple
