Walking Along the Bank of Lake Washington
The breeze on the bank
Already blows cool and mild;
The distant merging of lake and sky
Is but a red trace of sunset.
The deep silence of the lake,
Cuts of all tumult from me.
Along the lonely bank
I move with slow footsteps:
Alone the disturbed frogs scurry off.
Here and there are houses,
Cool beads of light spring out from them.
A dazzling moon
Snines down from the lonely depths of the sky.
In the moonlight slowly I move to a gung fu form.
Body and soul are fused into one.
