A handful of lyrical lines can whisper to the traveler
– how vast is the sea of creative beauty
– how deep the wistfulness of soul
– how strong the yearning in our sojourn
– how paltry our grasp of the great yonder
– how precious to find company midst ‘silent peaks’
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Written On the Wall at Chang’s Hermitage
It is spring in the Mountains.
I come alone seeking you.
The sound of chopping wood echoes
Between the silent peaks.
The streams are still icy.
There is snow on the trail.
At sunset I reach your grove
In the stony mountain pass.
You want nothing, although at night
You can see the aura of gold
And silver ore all around you.
You have learned to be gentle
As the mountain deer you have tamed.
The way back forgotten, hidden
Away, I become like you
An empty boat, floating, adrift.
– Du Fu, poet-sage (d. 770 CE)
Lewis Overholt says
Very POWERFUL & reflective, thanks Jonathan!
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wovenworks says
so beautiful thank you🙏❤️♥️
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