You ask why I live
in these green mountains
I smile
can’t answer
I am completely at peace
a peach blossom
sails past
on the current
there are worlds
beyond this one
translated by David Young
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Peace is a wonderful thing!
Yes, it certainly is.
A lovely poem and a great start to my day. Thanks for stopping by our blog and the follow. Anita
Glad you liked the poem.
Best on your continual journey.
This was the first classical Chinese poem I ever encountered, years ago. It took my breath away then, and does still now. (I also live “in green mountains,” and feel the kinship of their beauty.)
There are just poems/songs/books/pictures that will speak to us over and over again no matter how many times we encounter them.
My first spiritual encounter came when I was about 14. A thought came to me from a tree and I remember asking myself quite innocently , “Why is God living in a tree ?” ( We lived on a hillside in a heavily forested valley then) I am, we are all, ” all outdoors ” Earth, stars, sun, rain, breathing , being nourished by all outdoors. Thanks for your contribution, your gift to souls slipping thru the cracks, away from insanity’s ceasless onslaught.
Yes, you are right: we are all, and all is in us. I’m glad these poems speak to you, for you. That’s the beauty of all art: it gives us words when our own don’t quite measure up to what we feel. Then some of us try to repay the compliment, so to
speak, and try in our own way to respond.