Original Date: 5-21-2005


Painting shadows on the misty river
The crane stumbles over the blue lotus.
Never feeling sorry for itself, not thinking twice, it flies low—

In two, the full-bloomed lotus stands, yet in one, rests in none, but both!
Both beings rest in elegance
—one emerges anew with its timeless ablution: every dip in water.
—the other stays constant, ever without fault.
The crane saves the lotus; 'tis musky below and clear above: who saves whom?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>Written while in college (UGA)>>>>>>>>>>>