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