Blood Congealed, Heart Torn — Heavens Above!

2007/11/7 22:19:36

Some things, one truly ought never to learn of. Once known, they can only bring despair. Note: this ID is absolutely not talking about stocks. Stocks? What do stocks count for?

Some things truly exceed every conceivable bottom line, making one's blood congeal and heart tear apart. Heavens above!

After drinking, truth doesn't necessarily come out. What cannot be spoken — a poem in seven steps. Apples, apples, my apples.

On the Occasion, Without Words

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

In red dust there are paths, all leading to dead ends
In a sage's age, no heart left to be a saint
Ghost-eyes still green — green-eyed ghosts
Red-bearded barbarians — redder still, bearded Hu
When tides come, heaven and earth — who lasts a thousand years?
When clouds shift, past and present — where are the Five Lakes?
Purple blood, the dying sun, beyond the flat ridge
The great river flows east — how many times to hesitate