The night goes on as I lie and listen
To the great peace.
Insects chirp and click in the stillness.
The pure moon rises over the ridge
And shines in my door.
At daybreak I get up alone.
I saddle my horse myself
And go my way.
The trails are all washed out.
I go up and down, picking my way
Through storm clouds on the mountain.
Red cliffs, green waterfalls, all
Sparkle in the morning light.

– Han Yu

[photo by my nephew, Rachid Dahnoun/ RachidPhoto]


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