Monday, March 05, 2007

Mountain Drinking Song



To drown the ancient sorrows
we drank a hundred jugs of wine
there in the beautiful night.
We couldn’t go to bed with the moon so bright.

Then finally the wine overcame us
and we lay down on the empty mountain
the earth for a pillow,
and a blanket made of heaven.

--Li Po

1 comment:

Kathleen said...

Lovely Here and Now...

earth for a pillow... and a blanket made of heaven... ahhhhh