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 T’ai-po
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.
Li T’ai-po
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.
Li T’ai-po
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Bai
https://mypoeticside.com/poets/li-po-poems
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