reading under the tree
June 3, 2010
I live beneath a green cliff
The weeds I don’t mow flourish in the yard
New vines hang down all twisted together
Old rocks rise up straight in precipitous shapes
Monkeys pick the mountain fruit
Egrets catch the pond fish
With one or two of the immortals’ books
Beneath the trees I mumble, reading aloud.
– Han Shan (c 730)
You Are IT 
June 3, 2010 at 9:26 pm
Is it one or two books?
June 3, 2010 at 11:34 pm
both