A new hero emerges
In the flowery light
Of summer dawn,
He rides his bike into the sun
Like a mystical Zen sage.
And in quiet moments
Of sympathetic, slow rain;
His poetic sadness
Breaks the heart
Tenderly with love.
Hollywood should be destroyed
And modern cities plowed under,
All the world needs is Han Shan
And illuminating writings of revelation
Painted on forest rocks
And on the walls of mountain caves.
'The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds? ' - Han Shan ================ This poem explores new ground. A moment of such awareness is worth more than a lifetime of idle labor. Your title is very fine, as is the poem. You defeat expectations with great brio. The imagery astounds.
So many stories that have been silenced, i can't even fathom. This was wise, Uriah. and foretelling. best care bud, sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You give the reader more than a taste of your Han Shan in this fine poem. I've not yet read his words, but after reading yours will certainly seek him out. He has obviously inspired you to open your poetic wings and fly. A fine poem. love, Allie xxxx