In a Day

The one power that a man can have is in the perfection of himself. He changes with the weather but of this he's unaware. A churlish man and his teacher are walking along a road when he is suddenly instructed to look down a side street. Spring trees in leaf. I go in front of the mirror and observe the changes to come in my face. I turn my chair so I can see out all the windows. What is right fits the time perfectly. It is all out of my hands. In this the peace is supreme. Yet my hands embrace the pot. In the morning the air is cold and clear at the river. Then clouds and the confusion in people. At dusk the sky is clear again.