Morning wanders by my hut
water stirs. I glance outside.
Blue herons fly to South Mountain,
jade tiger rises from a stream.
Uninvited morning wanders through my empty
door. I glance outside, water stirs.
Jade tiger rises from a stream,
blue herons fly to South Mountain.
Morning glow creeps along dirt floor,
eyes open. Splashing water, glance outside.
Jade tiger rises from a stream.
Blue herons fly to South Mountain.
It’s why you moved here, your hermitage entwined in
viridian mists. I find your hut,empty and still so
I leave this poem on your bramble gate
and on a whim, I ascend South
Mountain peaks. Sticks snap underfoot –
blue herons startle away – azure in cassia branches.
South Mountain peaks, boundless and empty to townsfolk.
But here immortals dance among indomitable pines.
Above the sun blue herons fly into paper folded clouds
– azure heaven change – clouds the body, clouds the wings.
Sonorous bird song radiant clarity – makes mountain forest sing,
each beat moves the clouds, red dust cleared from rivers
and peaks, ochre streams flood forests and fields,
canyons and gorges, jade and emerald rises.
Petals scatter on crystalline swells – night lengthens slowly –
coldness wanders by but I believe I will linger here, a little longer.
Picture two found here: http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/asian/Chinese-Landscape-Painting.html
I don’t normally do this but I had a hard time choosing between some drafts and I liked some so much I thought I’d place them here. Went through a few variations.