The marsh grass drying
and blazing in Autumn sun,
the cold tide rising
from the roots. Jade blue
waves beyond, choppy. The Zen
poet Li Shang-Lin
thought in colors, this
jade blue the dark enigma,
life’s inner pattern.
The marsh grass drying
and blazing in Autumn sun,
the cold tide rising
from the roots. Jade blue
waves beyond, choppy. The Zen
poet Li Shang-Lin
thought in colors, this
jade blue the dark enigma,
life’s inner pattern.