Long ago there was an immortal man
who lived on the slope of Shooting Mountain
riding clouds and commanding flying dragons
he did his breathing and supped on precious flowers
He could be heard, but not seen,
sighing sorrows and full emotion
self-tortured he had no companion
grief and heartbreak piled upon him
"Study the familiar to penetrate the sublime"
But time is short and what's to be done?
Notes
From Poems Expressing My Feelings
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An unusual piece,
I'm not too sure quite who/what, this relates to, if I did, maybe I could appreachiate the poem more.
Perhapse I'll return to this once I've had a chance to consider this more.
Andrew
Edited on Apr 20, 5:11 because ''.
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