I climb these hills as if walking on air
body too light to fall
bamboo staff resting against a great stone
torn cloak snapping in the wind
a lone bird soars the azure depths
far distant springs reflected in its eye
carefree, singing a timeless song
gone–on a journey without end
translated by James H. Sanford
Beautiful imagery.
Yes, I agree. I’ll post some more of him in the next few days. I hope you’ll like them as well.
Excellent.
Yes!
Glad you liked it, Christopher.