Greetings. It seems like ages since my last post. This week I want to share something special with you. Sam Hamill, a good friend of the Studio and creator of Cooper Canyon Press in Port Townsend, translated this ancient poem from the Chinese. It seems to me to reflect the spirit of a life that includes Tai Chi. Enjoy.

Visiting Pai-an Pavilion by Hsih Ling-yun (385 – 433)
Beside this dike, I shake off the world’s dust,
enjoying walks alone near my brushwood house.

A small stream gurgles down a rocky gorge.
Mountains rise beyond the trees,

kingfisher blue, almost beyond description,
but reminding me of the fisherman’s simple life.

From a grassy bank, I listen
as springtime fills my heart.

Finches call and answer in the oaks.
Deer cry out, then return to munching weeds.

I remember men who knew a hundred sorrows,
and the gratitude they felt for gifts.

Joy and sorrow pass, each by each,
failure at one moment, happy success the next.

But not for me. I have chosen freedom
from the world’s cares. I choose simplicity.