Nature is my refuge, and the river is one of my favorite places to dream. There, I can remember that my life is much more than it appears. There, I can release all that keeps me tethered to worldly burdens, so that I may silently absorb the strength of a waterfall, the peace of flowing waters, and the ripple of my prayers.
Waterfall at Lu-Shan
Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above, the river steadily plunges–
three thousand feet of sparkling water–
the Milky way pouring down from heaven.
Li Po (A.D., 701-762) lived in T’ang Dynasty China
Autumn River Song
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
The Cold Clear Springs of Nanyang
A pity it is evening, yet
I do love the water of this spring
seeing how clear it is, how clean;
rays of sunset gleam on it,
lighting up its ripples, making it
one with those who travel
the roads; I turn and face
the moon; sing it a song, then
listen to the sound of the wind
amongst the pines.