“Reaching the summit, the view is vast and wide…
and I was a boat leaving the Gorges… “
Luo Quilan (1755-1813), Climbing the Highest Peak of Maoshan
Like contrasting stones, the soul
gathers, loops and passes through
her loves and lives and deaths
and travels on a boat of sound,
being the one who’s giving a voice
to what is the best and, if addressed,
finds its way into someone’s eyes.
Just as there are loves, lives, and deaths
that are like the rivers into which the stars
dip on serene nights their heels from afar.
Just as there are those even among us
who like the mountains that stand firm
as, next to clouds, they purify the purging
water on the rise within, flying into springs.
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