Today I am a real Zen man. Do I need to explain it? Will I live long enough? The ground is soft here. The trees cover the sky. Run, to erase the tears. So many tears tonight under this dark sky. I have to be strong for those that follow. The trail never cleared, closes behind me. The echo from the forest cannot be heard. I leave my green kasa, fold it carefully and put it away before falling to the ground. There are no more words.