- for Wu Bai -
Rolling sea,
roll through me.
Pile my mountain, wet my tree.
Restless breeze,
shake my trees.
Bend them to their barky knees.
Sleepy earth,
ease my mirth.
Lay me in your sleepy girth.
Empty sky –
where they fly,
meet my glances from on high.
One plus three.
Four are free –
earth and wind and sky and sea.
Four are nigh
as I sigh –
wind and earth and sea and sky.
Ahhh!
What is there more to know
from within the onward flow?
Two things glow
where I go.
One burns hard and one burns slow:
Blazing sun –
as you run,
blind at noon my shadow’s one.
Silver moon
in my room,
fly me over evening’s noon.
Ahhh!
I take another breath.
Six things with me unto death.
One plus three.
Four are free –
earth and wind and sky and sea.
Four are nigh
as I sigh –
wind and earth and sea and sky.
Blazing sun –
as you run,
blind at noon my shadow’s one.
Silver moon
in my room,
fly me over evening’s noon.