It is not raining

between the highest mountains --


here the source rustles.


Hier regent het nietHier regnet es nicht,
tussen de hoogste bergen --zwischen den höchsten Bergen --
ruist altijd een bron.rauscht die Urquelle.

Poem H2807
Amsterdam, 2020-10-11

At night I thought it was raining (Wanli Yang)
After an overnight stay at Lingjiu dhyana monastery
Collection: SoulSenseSun 
Keyword: Earth: mother 
Tribute to: Yang, Wanli 
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