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A MOUNTAIN OF PINE NEEDLES Li Yun

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A MOUNTAIN OF PINE NEEDLES
 
Li Yun
 
 
 
Squirrels and birds are probably experts at counting them,
 
counting them with ten fingers won’t be the way to go.
 
Too many pine needles to count.
 
Pine needles fly along nature's thread,
 
sewing the misty mountain scenery,
 
embroider a screen of resplendent brocade.
 
Heaven and earth in fine stitches.
 
 
 
Collect pine needles by hand
 
or rake them into a basket
 
and return home assured of fires.
 
They're much needed in an ordinary life.
 
Insert one needle deeply into a numb acupoint
 
to activate a passion,
 
to revive a kind of courage.
 
 
 
I am clueless to the change of pine needles.
 
I hear their silent falling
 
in a moonlit night, while I dream;
 
drizzle falls that way, rustles outside the window.
 
 
 
Glorious is the golden needle, but the wait is long,
 
and soon the mountain will be dense with old-growth pines,
 
Mt. Nanshan1, I beg you to invoke the pine needles with magic
 
to rise above my middle-aged muddles.
 
 
 
Note:
 
1.Nanshan: Lushan, a renowned mountain situated in the northern part of Jiangxi province in Central China. Nanshan is immortalized by a poem written by the poet Tao Yuanming (c. 365-427 CE). Here are two lines from Tao's verse that immortalizes Nanshan:
 
 
 
“Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, 
 
I leisurely gaze at Mt. Nanshan in the distance."

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