First Known When Lost

It is that time of year once again: I step out the front door, walk for an hour or so, and return, all the while accompanied by birdsong (oc...

All I ask for in life is peace and quiet, accompanied by an occasional fugitive encounter with Beauty and Truth.  How does one go about purs...

Each year I grow fonder of the robins who spend the winter here, gathering into small flocks, making their way across the meadows and throug...

"Life passes swiftly, hedged by sorrow;/how long before you've lost it -- a scene like this?"  (Su Tung-p'o (1037-1101), ...

Human nature being what it is, the world has always been, and will always be, beset with utopian busybodies who have taken leave of their se...

 " . . . like a dove/That slants unswerving to its home and love." Earlier this week, about an hour before sunset, I was out for...

Reading Chinese poetry of past centuries, one often encounters poems of parting, as well as poems of longing for a family member or friend w...