Lake Posted April 23, 2010 Share Posted April 23, 2010 (edited) (An old poem but which I never managed to settle.) Phoenix Mountain I long for your swarthy face, a mound of coal cinders where oaks and roses devour your dark nutrients. I long for the maze in caves, the echoes of thrill and laughter, the rugged stone-paved roads. I long for your broad chest, the shades of jade canopies in summer and feathery blankets in winter. I long for your rhythms of life - the breathing of climbers, drops of sweat and aged arms and legs playing Taichi. I long for the smell of morning mist slowly evaporating as an orange ball rises, like Nezha, inhabited in lotus, reborn. Blessed be Phoenix Mountain, blessed the abandoned mines filtered, then filled with clean water, over which egrets hover. . Edited April 30, 2010 by Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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