Seems archaic the sound of flowing water
in the middle of the urban chaos and the sound
of sexy beauties, money and perversion.
Instead of that the waterfall continues down
and their harmony becomes quiet and long.
In the middle of the madness
it’s fall becomes stronger and give me
true force to continue receiving what I need.
In this solitude there’s only me and God
trying to climb the mountain and get into
a calm site to proceed to reach the enlightenment.

Waterfall, by Mochizuki Gyokusen, 1910