The light on the pool suddenly hides behind the wall,
Mingled scents of flowers invade the room.
On the edge of the screen, powder smeared by the butterfly:
On the lacquered window the yellow print of the bee.
Push those state papers across to the clerks,
There’s a maid for every honest civil servant.
Let’s ride abreast and hear each other’s poems.
What’s so urgent about this business you waste your heart on?
translated by A.C.Graham
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Wonderful, Leonard. Thank you for what you do. xx Amy
Thank you, Amy.
You are so welcome. (((HUGS))))
How wonderful life would be if we all could just be immersed in art, sharing ourselves in sweetness and in joy, and push the structures of this world away. How nice this would be. xx Amy
Yes, but unfortunately life intrudes constantly. The goal, though, is to have it intrude less and less as we move along our paths.
I agree wholeheartedly. It’s a practice, an attitude, a choice where you prefer your focus to be. xx Amy
Li’s point of view in this poem–this is what keeps me sane every day.
Me, too.
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