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A Daoist Poem

Climbing the Mountain / Yuan Mei I burn incense, sweeping the ground beneath me, and wait for the poem that will come… Then I laughed and climbed the mountain, leaning on my belongings. How I wish I could be a master in the art of the blue skies: How his brush created white as snow- […]

January 22, 2017 By Shai Davids

I burn incense, sweeping the ground beneath me,

and wait for the poem that will come…

Then I laughed
and climbed the mountain,

leaning on my belongings.

How I wish I could be a master
in the art of the blue skies:

How his brush created
white as snow-

blossoms of clouds.

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