Who lives there,
learning such loneliness? —
mountain village
where rains drench down
from an evening sky
~Saigyo O (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
It is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found
~Winnicott
Old and Poor: American’s Forgotten
a meditative journey 
like your poem a lot – and the picture…
and after I read it I thought
“who lived there”
the video is also good – sad to see those with so little and then to think of billionaires
Thank you for taking the time to visit, watch the video, and leave your thoughts. I took a few minutes to visit your blog…very interesting, personal, and unique. Hope to visit again. Saigyo’s words written so long ago, I find are so powerful, have survived through the multiple of changes that have occurred over a century and still remain salient today.