Oh! “mono no aware”

Do you want to learn to write poetry,  
or do you have a story to tell me,    
   
I want to hear them all!  
   
Are you a question to answer,    
or are you an answer that finds,  
   
The poet free from worry;    
those days are the best of blithe.  
   
The poet of dilatations,    
who will look through words of beauty,  
through a disguise.    
   
A poet so based on    
the nature of things;    
they have no reason or rhyme.  
   
Naturally!  
    
The further from the original source    
the closer to non existence you will become;    
   
Come about!  
For the love of it!  
I say!  
   
You will be heard; listen,  
You will quiet your mind; listen,  
You will find your words; listen,  
And then you write.   
   
"I asked the boy beneath the pines.  
He said, "The master's gone alone,  
Herb-picking somewhere on the mount,  
Cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown."  
   
(Chia Tao)