Spring-Watching Pavilion Poem by Ho Xuan Huong

Isn't this just absolutely tidy? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? /! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! - - - - - - - - We see heaven upside-down in sad puddles. . I love a well-turned phrase! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The bell tolls! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Such an interesting and impressive poem composed and posted....

Stop. Breathe. Unburden the mind. Find the salt that seasons life and gives it the enhanced savor we daily crave. A gorgeous summation of moment captured and caressed, imbued with qualities that give nobility to life. Even the sad puddle is ennobled. Tranquility pervades and thus allows movement which penetrates nature but also allows us to penetrate our own true nature which casts a light and transforms the ordinary into the richly appreciated extraordinary. Nine times out of ten. I want to hear too the poem of that outlier tenth time. I'll bet it's ferocious.