Rejigging old Blog

Clearing the mind and sliding in

to that created space,

a web of waters streaming over rocks,

air misty but not raining, seeing this land from a boat on a lake

or a broad slow river, coasting by....

step back again and gaze at the land;

It rises and subsides -

ravines and cliffs like waves of blowing leaves-

stamp the foot, walk with, clap! turn,

the creeks come in, ah!

strained through boulders, mountains walking on the water,

water ripples every hill.

Old ghost ranges, sunken rivers, come again

stand by the wall and tell their tale

walk the path, sit the rains,

grind the ink, wet the brush, unroll the

broad white space

lead out and tip

the moist black line.

Endless Streams and Mountains - Ch'i Shan Wu Chin

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My Northstoke blog is being spring cleaned and sadly has been inadvertently deleted but I shall put some of my old bits and pieces back again eventually but perhaps in a different order.