Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #13

#13 Hua Shan
Flower Mountain, beautiful and perilous
How many faithful men have fallen from her face?
Her elegance and danger make my heart race,
Men weren’t meant to scale such peaks.
My prayers are said between heavy breaths,
At a lonely shrine on her western cliffs.
Exhausted, I rest for the night in a hermit’s hut,
Where we drink wild tea and write poems.
AD848

龙火花 Long HuoHua

Born Approx AD820 – Died AD895
Timeline Of Major Events During Long’s Life:

AD840 – Earliest known poems by Long
841 – Yu XuanJi is Born
846 – Bai JuYi dies
848 – Emperor Wuzong persecutes Buddhists, Shuts down temples across empire.
858 – Major flood killing tens of thousands (including XinMei) and destabilizing dynasty
863 – Long Starts affair with Yu XuanJi
866 – Long gets sent on official duty to Chongqing
867 – Yu XuanJi is Executed
875 – Huang Chao’s Rebellion
881 – Huang Chao Captures Chang’An
883 – Capitol retaken, Huang Chao Rebellion Ends
883 – Tang Dynasty Starts Decline
895 – Long HuoHua Dies
AD907 – Tang Dynasty Falls

Like a Primitive Man

The rain comes down.
Torrential curtains beat across the water
Where I float,
In water warmed by the days sun,
And the rain stings my face.
The sky spits fire across the night
And the thunder sets all things on edge.
Do the birds and squirrels
Look out from the darkness
And wonder what madness grips me?
Lying in the pool like a fool.
The sky could strike me dead,
But I know it won’t
Because only I understand
Its wet and violent rage.
In awe of its power,
I soak in the danger,
Like a primitive man
From the dawn of time.

Parking Lot Philosophy

Parking lot philosophy
Steel table science
Cool breeze spirituality
And a forest fire religion

………

Flame does not catch
On concrete and steel and glass
How cold and safe we live
Tearing out the beauty
Before it has a chance to grow
In fear it might move us
To a place slightly more dangerous

………

Walking through the Cohutta
Down winding narrow paths
Toward the hidden jewl of Jacks River Falls
Is much like my walk in the truth
Tough sometimes but worth it in the end
Swimming in the cool pools of redemption
And eating good food at the great campfire of God

………

When it comes to the knowlege of God
I am still just an infant
Looking out on the world
With curious, hungry eyes
And He picks me up sometimes
Putting me on his shoulders
So I can try to see through His eyes
All the wonder and excitement
Of what He has made
And I cling to Him in desperation
When I see the darkness
Crawling slowly over the horizon
Like it always does
Until He casts it down below forever.