My dear friend and a poem he sent me. Rest In Peace, Randy England (1956-2018).

I’ll miss the long emails, advice on the I-Ching, and drinking way too much tea when we got together. 🙏🏼

My friend lives high on East Mountain.
His nature is to love the hills and gorges.
In green spring he sleeps in empty woodland,
Still there when the noon sun brightens.
Pine-tree winds to dust his hair.
Rock-filled streams to cleanse his senses.
Free of all sound and stress,
Resting on a wedge of cloud and mist.

-Li Bai, Tang Dynasty, 701-762 CE

How long has the bright moon existed?

I raise the wine cup to ask the sapphire sky

What year is tonight in celestial palaces?

I could ride the wind to return there

but fear the unbearable chill

high in jade towers with jeweled eaves

I dance with my crisp shadow

in delight known only to mortals

Circles painted pavilions

Seeps over carved doors

Shines on the sleepless

The moon has no regrets

Why does it glow in full over parted humans?

Misery and joy cycle as we separate and reunite

The moon wanes and waxes

Time forbids perfection

Let us live long to share moonlight’s spell

though a thousand miles apart

— Su Dongpo, Song poet, 1036-1101 CE




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