"Green Creek" 08/01/2009
 To get right down to Yellow Flower River I often follow the waters of Green Creek. They wind around the mountains endlessly— A path straight there would run a few score miles. There are sounds of water crashing on tumbled stones; Scenes of silence deep within the pines. Water chestnut and water fringe float on the ripples; Still limpid waters mirror the reeds. My mind is unencumbered, at its ease now. Clear and tranquil, as the river is. Come, stay a while, rest here upon this stone— Cast out a fishing line and let things be. —Wang Wei Comments Comments will be queued for approval before being posted. Leave a Reply | About:This weblog exists as a tool for communication, teaching, and learning. Posts on these pages are collected under the following categories:
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