In the land of mists,
always shrouded in mist,
nothing ever happens.
And if something happens
nothing can be seen
because of the mist.
For if you live in mist
you get accustomed to mist
so you do not try to see.
Therefore in the land of mists
you should not try to see.
You have to hear things.
For if you do not hear you cannot live,
so ears keep growing bigger.
People like rabbits
with ears of white mist
live in the land of mists.
~ translated by Brother Anthony, from This Same Sky, Poems
from around the World, selected by Naomi Shihab Nye
(First Aladdin Paperbacks, 1996)
