Now are the ones I wrote I've just come back
from Japan and from living again in this temple, where I've
been adopted in the family.
And I read to their two favorite poems
out of what I wrote for them.
And one of them and I was thinking as I arrived there
from India, what did I see?
What was I going to do?
And I feel quite tired after all hearing a lot of politics
and everything and suddenly, I thought, why don't I write
and what they're always talking about they're always
talking about nothing?
All of it [LAUGHS].
So I'm really sorry about something.
Why don't I-- what's the matter with you?
Your over here, you are-- you're supposed to know them.
So I started, I so loved the subject,
I decided I'm going to write a whole series of poems
on nothing.
So here's the first poem on nothing,
without asking actually and they love this poem,
I don't know what you think.
But anyhow, this our first poem "On Nothing."
Forget the wind rattling the windows, plum
blossoms and pine sharing sunlight, contemplates nothing.
But nothing is too big, I ladders ready for in and out
of it, as big as a laugh.
Nothing floats a balloon without sighs,
I am too slow too quick to catch it, oh, am I nothing?