woensdag, februari 15, 2006

High rises

High rises the eastern peak
soaring up to the blue sky
among the rocks- an empty hollow,
secret, still, mysterious!
uncarved and unhewn,
screened by nature with a roof of clouds
time and seasons,what things are you,
bringing to my life ceaseless change?
I will lodge forever in this hollow
where springs and autumns unheeded pass.
-- tao-yun , 400c.e --

1 opmerking:

Kathleen Callon zei

This sounds like where I live.