“If you don’t climb a thousand crags,
how can you learn
all things are empty?
The mountain’s head is white and mine is too.
December dies, the year
runs out its string as all things do.
At the summit: one rude hut, the snow,
this lonely body, and the wind.
I lean on the rail, heart sudden struck
the moon rises from within Great River: there.”
– Yuan Mei
9 thoughts on “Morning Trip (93)”
♥ Not sure which I enjoyed more… the words or the music.
awwwwww, I really just did go awwwww, I like doing that, it feels good.
Gosh, that was beautiful! Loved the poem and video. Thank you, Elisa 🙂
Thank You, for visiting. I was thinking about glory, when I chose the quote and the music.
Hi Elisa, Hope you are doing good. Thought I visit and check on you. Been a while -)
Yes! I am doing well! Spending a lot of time working on photographs for Purple Shoe Photography and playing. I hope you are doing well too!
We should exchange our email id’s -) While I smile at the mirror, i notice a scribble under your spot
Lovely music–merci! Good company for my tea and toast. Hello. Followed your tracks from Flandrum Hill’s Eagle post. 🙂
I am glad that you chose to track and to enjoy!