Open bramble gate, morning lets itself in,
eyes open in welcome. Water stirs – a
glance outside. A jade tiger rises,
blue herons fly to South Mountain.
It’s why you reclused here, hermitage entwined
in viridian mists. I find your footprints
headed to the clouds, so I leave this
poem on your wall and on a whim
ascend South Mountain ridges. Sticks
snap underfoot – blue herons startle away.
immortals dance among indomitable pines.
Above the sun blue herons fly into
paper crumpled clouds – clouds the body,
clouds the wings. Sonorous bird song –
radiant clarity – makes mountain forests
sing, each beat moves the clouds, red
dust cleared from rivers and peaks,
ochre streams flood forests and fields,
canyons and gorges, jades and emeralds rise.
Petals scatter on crystalline swells, night
lengthens slowly – coldness wanders by
but I will linger here, a little longer.
Poems and poets that inspired this: http://skyraftwanderer.blogspot.com/2012/01/poems-from-china.html
And the Pokemon Altaria.
Picture one found here: http://www.xabusiness.com/china-resources/song-liao-jin-dynasties-paintings.htm
Picture two found here: http://www.brogilbert.org/tao_art.htm
Some overflow with additional drafts (nearly included these instead): https://skyraft.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/recluse-south-mountain-overflow/