Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thursday Poem - Hong Zhicheng (Excerpt)

When one sees with ears
and hears with eyes,
one cherishes no doubts.
How naturally the raindrops
fall from the leaves!
...
Taste the still air,
hear the still water: new leaves
wellspring from the doorpost.
Plum and bamboo will rise through you.
Snowflakes and stones will set roots
through your shoulders and hands.

What a stillness!
Deep into the rocks sinks
the cicada's shrill!

Robert Bringhurst,
from
Pieces of Map, Pieces of Music

4 comments:

Guy said...

What a powerful quote thanks for sharing this poet.

Guy

liliannattel said...

What an intriguing poem.

the wild magnolia said...

"Plum and bamboo will rise through you...".

Words in us, traveling through us, I love this.

Words penetrate the earth, words penetrate humans, words keep me sane.

Thank you for these words and the stunning photo!

Wishing you the best of everything.

magnolia

MeANderi said...

Beautiful! To hear/see/taste with our whole being. What a stillness indeed. Just what I needed to hear this morning. And what a delightfully intriguing photo! Thank you, Christine