A soaring endlessly curving path, every few miles we have to rest. I look around for my friends. They’ve vanished in the wooded hills. Rain floods the pine trees and flows hushed among the rocks. There are silent words deep in hill water, a long whistle over the summits. When I look at South Mountain the sun floats white through the mist. A blue marsh is luminous and clear. Green trees are heavy shadows, drifting. When I am tired of being closed in, suddenly I come upon a clearing, and the mind is at peace.
Comments 15
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
We can go to AU on Friday and be superemonerdheroes. If Laura comes, we can be superemonerdheroes + Laura. It will be sexy.
Reply
Reply
Reply
A soaring endlessly curving path,
every few miles we have to rest.
I look around for my friends.
They’ve vanished in the wooded hills.
Rain floods the pine trees
and flows hushed among the rocks.
There are silent words deep in hill water,
a long whistle over the summits.
When I look at South Mountain
the sun floats white through the mist.
A blue marsh is luminous and clear.
Green trees are heavy shadows, drifting.
When I am tired of being closed in,
suddenly I come upon a clearing,
and the mind is at peace.
- Wang Wei (699-759)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment