On a quiet evening in my thatch-roofed hut,
alone I play a lute with no strings.
It’s melody enters wind and cloud,
mingles deeply with a flowing stream,
fills out the dark valley,
blows through the vast forest, then disappears.
Other than those who hear emptiness,
who will capture this rare sound?
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
a meditative journey 
There’s “life” in this photo!
Thank you…the image is from a recent visit to Bolder, CO USA, a town that is filled with “life”.
sad, sad…
Yes, sad