October 05th, 2020

Searching for Master Yong

So many cliffs,
Jade blue to scour the sky,
I've rambled, years uncounted,
Brushed aside the clouds,
And sought the Ancient Way,
Or leaned against a tree
And listened to streams flow.
Sun-warmed blossoms:
The blue ox sleeps.
Tall pines:
The white cranes resting.
Words came, with the river sunset.
Alone, I came down, through the cold mist.

Li Bai (701-762)