Ah, March. Everything comes alive at this time, it seems. So much promise: things to be, things to do.

Here’s a note for myself to keep on going. For you, too.

Your Pilgrimage
Ko Un

A slower pace, a somewhat slower pace will do.
Of a sudden, should it start to rain,
let yourself get soaked.
An old friend, the rain.

One thing alone is beautiful: setting off.
The world’s too vast
to live in a single place,
or three or four.

Walk on and on
until the sun sets,
with your old accomplice,
shadow, late as ever.
If the day clouds over,
go on anyway
regardless.