Taking time off in the enervating heat
we drifted in a skiff along the city moat
a light wind blew open our robes
a flute echoed through the woods
thin clouds darkened the water
a fine rain cooled the lotus-scented air
rather than pour out our cares
we raised our cups to the flowers
translated by Red Pine
Being Present for the Moment
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…to the flowers. 🙂
To each and every one of them.
There’s something considerate about this. Thanks for the very nice read.
You’re welcome. I’m glad you are enjoying these ancient Chinese.
Lovely expression of a lovely gesture.
Yes, and I’m about to toast the flowers myself in honor of old Wei.