Latest selfie (how obsessed can we get!) reminds me of the introductory poem to my translation of Zhang Boduan’s Awakening to Reality!…..


Myself – I was guest at Green-City Mountain,

No-one spits on Green-City ground.

I was in love with Old-Fellow Mountain

My ‘Red Steps’ came close to its secrets…

West of Old Fellow’s Temple, a beautiful air hangs –

I follow the clouds, intending to shelter at the peak –

There lies the Yellow Seed which sweeps away old age!

I catch sight of it…his face crusted ice and snow…

Poem by Tu Fu  (I may have got some of the sense wrong here, corrections please!)

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