Wu Poems - Poems about Wu

The archer shooting his arrow without hesitating, the musician effortlessly improvising, the singers seamlessly blending, the speaker clearly enunciating. It's not about being lazy or passive or being forceful or combative. Nothing unnecessary or artificial, it's about being spontaneous and natural, coming from an inner elemental source... like water finding its course....

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CHINESE TRANSLATIONS IV These are English translations of Chinese poems about nature, the seasons, autumn, winter, spring, night, time, tears, flowers and love. Seeking a Mooring by Wang Wei loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch A leaf drifts through infinite space, a cold wind rends distant clouds. The river flows seaward, the tide repulses. Beyond the moonlit reeds, in unseen villages, I hear fullers’ mallets pounding...

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His eyes could pierce your soul and evaporate your spirit. a stone face glare locked on his victim trembling you turn your eyes from him ever slightly... A fist of lightning strike of a foot in the face you're on the floor receiving hit after hit his legs pin your arms while tears roll from your eyes He smiles that wicked smirk of dominance. You plea mercy agree...

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Tao clears mind myriad Hears gurgled stream trickle Rejuvenating ease of river ...

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Flitting's like floating only with the least amount and most ineffectual intention. Intention without clarity without conviction without direction without without. Each waft a contravention. Somersault of summer butterflies, but better: butterflits... Plummer salts of Winter, snowfalls but better: snowflits... Though flitting's altogether fitting if near-enough to Surrender is your kind of Splendor....

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Lying in the incubator amid her nursery ? Tiny eyes fixated upon the light as gazing Beyound this wall of glass; their little heart Swaying soft purity while they stare; lovely Such innocence entering into a brand new World and reaching these, precious hands Trembling with joy their Spirit recognizing Love's touch; in this, the apple of life's eyes Lifting them gently from...

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Lying in the incubator amid her nursery ? Tiny eyes fixated upon the light as gazing Beyound this wall of glass; their little heart Swaying soft purity while they stare; lovely Such innocence entering into a brand new World and reaching these, precious hands Trembling with joy their Spirit recognizing Love's touch; in this, the apple of life's eyes Lifting them gently from...

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