The Winter Comes Too Early To My Heart Poem by Jack Lam

I decided to translate and rewrote this poem from a Chinese poet who lived from AD689 or 691 to 740 as I pondered the increasing mobility of a human. The ancients had to use a sail and depended on the wind to move on. Today we can move on any time we want. As I watched the sunset in the picture I thought of my own life of travel from one end of the Pacific Ocean to another end in matters of hours. But the mobility does not add to my happiness or peace. What comes from the outside cannot satisfy the inner quest. There is a place called 'home' for every traveler. Sometimes, alone, this traveler wants to go home too.