A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains,
And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source.
Watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of distance
Till he comes to the end of the blue stream and suddenly- strange men!
It's a cave-with a mouth so narrow that he has to crawl through;
But then it opens wide again on a broad and level path --
And far beyond he faces clouds crowning a reach of trees,
And thousands of houses shadowed round with flowers and bamboos....
Woodsmen tell him their names in the ancient speech of Han;
And clothes of the Qin Dynasty are worn by all these people
Living on the uplands, above the Wuling River,
On farms and in gardens that are like a world apart,
Their dwellings at peace under pines in the clear moon,
Until sunrise fills the low sky with crowing and barking.
...At news of a stranger the people all assemble,
And each of them invites him home and asks him where he was born.
Alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning,
And fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk....
They had left the world long ago, they had come here seeking refuge;
They have lived like angels ever since, blessedly far away,
No one in the cave knowing anything outside,
Outsiders viewing only empty mountains and thick clouds.
...The fisherman, unaware of his great good fortune,
Begins to think of country, of home, of worldly ties,
Finds his way out of the cave again, past mountains and past rivers,
Intending some time to return, when he has told his kin.
He studies every step he takes, fixes it well in mind,
And forgets that cliffs and peaks may vary their appearance.
...It is certain that to enter through the deepness of the mountain,
A green river leads you, into a misty wood.
But now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals --
Which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?

iam-not-he
iam-not-he
1 day ago      4 minutes ago

She is a brilliant.........................artist
She is a beautiful....................... woman
She is a fit................................... grandmother, getting fitter
She is a tremendous..................domestic goddess
She is a loving............................mother
She is a talented..........................musician
She is a creative..........................individual
She is a nice.................................person
She is a partner...........................to me in marriage for thirty years
She is taking................................medication
She is under..................................a doctor's care
She wrestles................................with an Aligator named Anxiety
She is shadowed..........................by a Dinosaur named Depression
                                                      ­           it has been around so long
She is stressed ...........................by the Porcupine of PMDD
She is tested................................by the Serpent SAD
She is lost......................................if embarrassed
She likes light.............................conversation, too much emotion is too....
She was an...................................administrative assistant
She is now....................................forgetful from time to time
She is generous...........................in all things
She reads......................................to cope, she reads too much of late
She has the spoon theory...........once they are used up in a day, what then?
She has a faith.............................that is sorely tried
She is tired...................................of being tired
She has loose ends......................but her love of fibre arts ground her
She has.........................................me and I have her

She could be many women, any woman and all of these...are who she is

She carries masks for every situation, they weigh on her
#sad   #depression   #anxiety   #onevoice   #pmdd  
Zedd
1 day ago      18 minutes ago

Happy days
Come alive
Sun is shining
Living positive

Akira Chinen
Akira Chinen
8 hours ago      24 minutes ago

How is it she make him happy from
  so far away a place?
How is it his heart so full when he has
  never held her hand?
How does it feel so much like love  
  every time he awakens
    in the middle of the night
How is it as if it has been there
  all along
Like she has always been the bird
  singing in his heart
He must be mad or crazy or completly
  lost it all
No skin no bones no blood no soul
How is it that he's smiling while
  lying there all alone
How is it he cant escape from a love
  he can't embrace

Mohd Arshad
Mohd Arshad
2 hours ago      32 minutes ago

Let us depart,
Though the orchard is full of roses,
And to the bench we are bound!

Let us depart;
Time is a disciplined man,
Its strictness will surely strike us,
And we can't stay here anymore!

Let us depart
For separation is law of heaven,
And ere it is too late to bid farewell!

Notes (optional)
Jamie Burkes
Jamie Burkes
1 day ago      36 minutes ago

There is nothing better than setting skies,
Or the way you smile with your tired eyes.
When our fingers hug and our knuckles kiss
When you trace my skin, moments like this are something I'll miss.
Don't forget me once you are gone,
Know I'll be thinking of you at dusk and at dawn.

#love   #pain   #happy   #memories   #romance   #you   #imagery   #missing   #vulnerable   #skies  
i am miss brightside
i am miss brightside
1 day ago      56 minutes ago

There's no such thing as broken dreams
Only broken dreamers.

Don't count yourself in.

Maybe it's not just the right time for it.
Do not give it up.
Live it.

God's NO is not a rejection it's a REDIRECTION.
Trust in Him for He prepared a beautiful future for those who trust in Him with all--their hearts, strength, soul and mind.
(Jeremiah 29:11)
 
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