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Sunday, December 24, 2017

A Solution Through Poetry

A clean sheet of paper
Every day made whole
Not for the love of fame
But only so old words may be
Continuously transformed
There’s no harm thus done
In pleasing one’s nature
Keeping watch over the countryside
Or unconsciously remounting
The city’s walls
Merely to undertake
These imagined journeys
Upon rivers and lakes   
Chanting in rhythm on
Our passage through life

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新篇日日成      不是声名
时时改     无妨性情
但令长守郡     不

只拟江湖上     吟哦一生

How often do we question why it is we write our poems?  Here is an answer from the great Tang poet Bai Juyi, all the more remarkable in its clarity because it was written more than 1300 years ago. This poem is a beautiful testament to the Dao of Poetry - providing a solution to our constant questioning that enables us to feel restored in the power of our songs.   



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