Comments about Xun Liu
Incarnation cosily nestled in old lodging,
Where golden sunset cast upon.
Pendulum still dully oscillating,
Declining the yoking,
To rusty plough forgone.
In a trance I found myself twirling,
Frivolous as a witch,
crushing the oblivious longing,
Shaking with cackling!
Surely I was born,
proficient in forgetting,
And by forgetfulness the present reborn.