"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Monday, May 26, 2008
In the mountains
”My body lives in the city, But my essence dwells in the mountains. The affairs of a puppet play Are not to be taken too seriously. When the polar mountain fits into a mustard seed, All the words in the universe may as well be erased.”