I see the Peach Blossoms of Spring,
And think of old Li Bai’s answer.
In wordless replies, the world sings;
In unpeopled worlds, there’s a dancer.
The referenced poem by Li Bai [李白] is entitled Question and Answer in the Mountains [山中问答] and is crudely translated as:
I'm asked why I live in mountains.
I laugh while giving no reply.
Peach Blossoms flow from sight & mind;
Beyond men, another Earth & Sky.
Or, in Chinese:
问余何意栖碧山，
笑而不答心自闲。
桃花流水窅然去，
别有天地非人间。
Nah. I’d say I’m normal-stitious, possibly even substitious.
Sun is low;
boat leaves the bay's shelter,
creeping toward darkness.
lapping waves
deposit lines of debris,
but not so tidily.
slender-necked beauty
that nature carved from rock...
-- doomed!
The Platypus. A motley assortment of elements with unexpectedly poor flight characteristics that yet can thrive in multiple environments.
Spider builds its web
line by line, and then waits;
I watch for two minutes.
Nature writes “Spring”
in colorful blooms, even
over rough bark.
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