Circulation of Ch’i from Public Domain Review (click caption for larger view)

Tides

A poem of haikus

Chasing Lady Moon’s trail
the Wind blew a whistle
As the mountain sleeps,

I build shrines of
the sands
the waves give and take

an answer that
I could not see,
Busy leaving prints

to write of heavens
I cut the trees
missing the sky

Anger, left behind
my ox ran away from
the fields I plowed

the seeds I planted
the twins of my soul
The foam gave birth to

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