you stand quietly,
rising to the sky.
rising to the sky.
Toward the sun
by day, and
toward the moon
by night,
in steady strides
no wind can deter,
you ascend
on the Way.
by day, and
toward the moon
by night,
in steady strides
no wind can deter,
you ascend
on the Way.
The bubbling waters
sing their praises,
while breezes
assist your
modest bow.
sing their praises,
while breezes
assist your
modest bow.
The mountains
and the waters
smile on you
as you meditate.
and the waters
smile on you
as you meditate.
© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
I had a lesson in brush painting at the SF Asian Art Museum today.
