Thursday, May 10, 2012
Ge Xuan (164-244)
Ge Xuan 164-244
Towering towering peak over peak,
White mists in alpine valleys.
I bow my head, watch the waterfall,
Raise my hands to blue sky in awe.
Stone bridge suspended above the falls,
Wind blown spray drifts down.
No longer can I see the world's dust,
From time to time cranes swoop by.�