October 4, 2004

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.

Tu Fu, c 712-770

1 comment:

Unconsoius said...

oh Meredith, haha, thank you for your kind and insightful comments on the site that i post things, they are always welcome with an open heart, your posts are short yet so incredably sweet (how many times have we heard that one! =-)) , but it is true, so much can be found and so much can be braught to awareness in reading but a few lines. so do I bow down to you meredith, and send my energy to you =-)
As more and more awaken, our Hearts Expand Above, as do they to Below, and soon this whole planet we walk on called Earth will be one big ball of loveing Light!